The Faded Photograph
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray veil that turned the cobblestones of the old city into slick mirrors reflecting the dim gaslights and the soot-stained faces of the few souls brave enough to venture out, and it was in this damp, suffocating twilight that Elias Thorne, a man whose life had been reduced to the meticulous cataloging of other people’s grief in the...
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