The Faded Photograph
The train hissed into the station at dusk, a long, metallic exhalation that seemed to drain the color from the grey sky above the industrial district, and Elias Thorne stepped onto the platform with the heavy, deliberate tread of a man who has walked through fire and found the ashes cold, his uniform a stark, rigid block of navy wool against the smog-choked air that tasted of coal dust and...
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