The Faded Photograph
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the ancient, moss-slicked paths of the Blackwood Forest into rivers of mud and decay, and Elias Thorne walked with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man whose bones had forgotten the concept of rest, carrying upon his back a pack that contained nothing but the remnants of a life he had tried to discard, specifically...
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