The Faded Photograph
The mortar hit the window before the glass shattered, and in that suspended moment of dust and splintering light, Elias Vane felt the weight of the building settle into his bones like a second skeleton. He stood in the center of the ruined hall of the Municipal Archive, his hands pressed flat against the cold stone floor, feeling the vibration of the artillery fire that had ceased only moments...
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