The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-20 00:43:07 -

The fog rolled off the river in thick, grey banks, smelling of wet coal and iron, and I walked through it with my head down, counting my steps to keep from losing my mind. I was a man who had lost his way, not in the physical sense, though the streets of this soot-stained city were indeed a labyrinth of brick and steam, but in the deeper, more terrifying sense of the soul. I was Elias Thorne,...

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