The Faded Photograph

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The rain had stopped, but the mist remained, a heavy, gray shroud that clung to the valley floor and the ancient, gnarled oaks of the Blackwood Ridge. I adjusted the strap of my leather satchel, feeling the familiar, reassuring weight of the field kit against my hip, and continued my ascent toward the summit. I was a man of science, a cartographer for the Ministry of Antiquities, trained to...

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