The Faded Photograph
The coat was blue, a deep, bruised indigo that had once been vibrant but was now faded to the color of old denim, and it hung on the hook by the front door of the apartment building on 4th Street, a structure that leaned slightly to the left as if it were tired of holding itself up against the relentless gray sky of the city. Elias Thorne stood on the sidewalk, his hands shoved deep into the...
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