The Faded Photograph
The order came in the gray hour before dawn. Captain Elias Thorne stood by the window. The glass was cold. He held a brass compass. It was old. The case was tarnished. The needle trembled. It did not point north. It pointed to the door. He looked at the letter. The seal was black wax. The words were few. Report to the Hall. Now. Elias set the compass on the sill. He picked up his coat. The wool...
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