The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-20 10:41:25 -

The fog was a living thing. It pressed against the glass of the high window, a grey and weeping beast that sought to enter. Silas Vance stood in the center of the room, his hands trembling. The air smelled of ozone and wet wool. He was the Keeper. The city whispered this title to him, not in words, but in the hum of the pipes and the creak of the old brickwork. He was a man of few needs, a man...

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