The Faded Photograph

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The rain against the windowpane of the archive room was not a sound but a presence, a rhythmic tapping that seemed to synchronize with the dull, throbbing ache in Elias Thorne’s temples. He sat hunched over a desk that had seen better decades, surrounded by the dust-choked silence of files that no one else in the county wanted to touch. Elias was not a man who sought comfort; he had spent...

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