The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-18 15:46:09 -

The rain did not fall. It hung. It was a thick, grey curtain, pressed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Grand Hotel’s ballroom. Outside, the city of Chicago churned in the dark, but inside, the air was still. Still as a held breath. Still as the grave. Marcus sat at the head of the long oak table. He was a large man, built like a fortress, but his eyes were small and tired. He wore a...

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