The Faded Portrait

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The uniform was not merely a garment but a second skin, a heavy, synthetic exoskeleton that had grown so intimate with the flesh of Colonel Elias Thorne that to remove it felt less like undressing and more like a slow, surgical amputation of his identity. It was a Tuesday in late November, the kind of day where the sky over the federal precinct in Chicago hung low and gray, pressing down upon...

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