The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-18 13:40:32 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the courtyard into a slick, dark mirror that reflected the towering spires of the university chapel above. I stood at the edge of the wet stone, my fingers trembling as I gripped the heavy iron gate, watching the figure of Thomas Ashworth recede into the gray mist. He did not look back. He never looked back. It was a part of...

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