The Faded Photograph

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The morning fog sat heavy on the cobblestones of London, a grey wool blanket that swallowed the sharp edges of the city. Elias Thorne walked with a rigid spine, his boots striking the wet stone in a steady, mechanical rhythm. He was a man carved from granite and duty, his face a map of old scars and newer lines etched by sleepless nights. He wore the dark blue tunic of the Metropolitan Police,...

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