The Faded Photograph
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, industrial drumming against the warped corrugated iron of the roof that turned the interior of the millhouse into a humid, claustrophobic cage of rust and damp wool. Elias Thorne stood by the window, his uniform, a faded grey wool tunic with the brass buttons of the Municipal Enforcement Corps, hanging loose on his frame, the fabric so...
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