The Faded Photograph
The blast did not make a sound at first. It was a silence so absolute it felt like a physical weight, a heavy hand pressing against your eardrums, stealing the air from the lungs before the thunder rolled in to shatter the glass of the world. You stood in the courtyard of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the soot already drying on your cheeks, and you looked at the man who had been your mentor...
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