The Faded Photograph

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The train moved with a slow, grinding inevitability, cutting through the grey mist that clung to the valley like a shroud, and Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the compartment, his uniform crisp and unwrinkled, his hands folded in his lap with a precision that bordered on the rigid. He was a man who had spent thirty years in the service of the law, a man whose spine had been straightened by...

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