The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-20 17:25:04 -

The morning mist clung to the cobblestones of Alderwood like a wet wool shawl, damp and cold against the skin, obscuring the sharp edges of the Victorian townhouses that lined the narrow High Street. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the town square, his hand resting instinctively on the cold iron of his badge, a relic of a service that had long since retired him but never fully released him...

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