The Faded Photograph
The ink had not yet dried on the parchment of the dismissal order when the first shard of the seal cracked, a sound so sharp and singular that it seemed to split the very air of the high chamber, sending a tremor through the heavy oak table where Elias Thorne sat hunched over his ledger, his hands trembling not from fear but from a sudden, visceral shock of betrayal that felt less like an...
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