The Faded Photograph

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the high, arched windows of the Hall of Justice, a steady, hollow rhythm that echoed the beating of Elias’s heart. He stood alone in the center of the vaulted room, the air thick with the scent of wet stone and old paper. His uniform, a heavy tunic of dark blue wool, was soaked through to the skin. The fabric clung to him like a second...

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