The Faded Photograph

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the lower district into slick, black mirrors that reflected the jagged silhouettes of the factory chimneys. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his cramped office on the fourth floor of the Magistrate’s Annex, watching the water streak the glass in erratic, weeping lines. He was a clerk of moderate ambition and severe poverty,...

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