The Faded Photograph
The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed down from a bruised and swollen sky, a heavy, suffocating blanket that turned the cobblestones of the old city into a mirror reflecting a world that seemed to have ceased to exist, and in the center of this gray, weeping expanse stood Elias Thorne, a man whose body was a map of scars and whose mind was a fortress that had been breached by a secret...
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