The Faded Photograph

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The salt air did not carry the scent of brine here, but of copper and old paper, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat with every breath he took. He stood at the edge of the gray expanse, his boots sinking slightly into the surface that resembled wet asphalt but felt like cold, compacted sand. The horizon was a blur of indistinct shapes, neither sea nor sky, merely a...

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