The Faded Photograph
The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell in a steady, gray sheet that erased the horizon, turning the road into a slick ribbon of mud and oil that wound through the hills like a scar. Elias Thorne sat in the passenger seat of the rusted sedan, his hands resting on his knees, fingers curled slightly as if holding a weapon that was no longer there. He was a man who had spent his life...
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