The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-20 05:21:22 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the moss on the stones of the old keep was slick with it. I walked the perimeter wall, my boots heavy with mud, counting the cracks in the mortar as a man counts his remaining years. I am a man who has spent his life looking for things that are not there, or rather, things that are there but refuse to be seen. I am an investigator, though not of...

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