The Faded Photograph
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a thick, gray curtain that erased the horizon of the city of Oakhaven, a place that existed only in the minds of those who had been broken by the war and the machinery of peace. Silas Vane stood at the edge of the cliff, his uniform damp and heavy against his shoulders, the brass buttons tarnished by salt and sorrow. He was a man who had once...
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