The Faded Photograph

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The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, grey curtain that erased the boundary between the cobblestones of the old city and the air itself. In the center of the square, where the market stalls had once sold salted cod and woolen shawls, stood Elias Thorne. He was not fighting with a sword or a shield, but with his hands, raw and bleeding, gripping the iron railing of a fountain...

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