The Faded Photograph
The rain had been falling for three days, a grey, persistent sheet that turned the manicured lawns of the Ashworth estate into a quagmire of sucking mud. Elias Vane stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of the study, watching the water streak the glass in chaotic, weeping lines. He was not there to inspect the property, though the deed in his pocket bore the heavy, embossed seal of the Crown. He...
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