The Faded Photograph

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The door was painted a shade of blue that had once been vivid but was now the color of a bruise. It sat at the end of a corridor that smelled of wet wool and stale tobacco. Elias Thorne stood before it, his hand resting on the brass handle. The metal was cold. He wore a uniform that fit him poorly, the shoulders too wide for a man who had spent the last decade shrinking. He was a lieutenant in...

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