The Faded Photograph

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The air in the basement smelled of wet plaster and old paper. It was a scent that had seeped into the fibers of Elias’s coat, a damp, mineral odor that clung to his skin like a second skin. He stood before the vault door, a slab of steel set into the stone wall, its surface scratched and pitted by decades of careless handling. The handle was cold. It was always cold. Elias turned the key. The...

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