The Faded Photograph

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The ivy had not merely climbed the north wall of the Chancery; it had digested it, the thick, leathery tendrils pulsing with a slow, verdant heartbeat that seemed to synchronize with the arrhythmia of Julian’s own chest. He stood at the window, the glass cold against his forehead, watching the leaves shiver in a wind that smelled of wet slate and ancient dust. For thirty years, Julian had been...

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