The Faded Photograph

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The badge sat on the desk, heavy as a stone. It was brass, tarnished by sweat and time, etched with the seal of the Department of Anomalous Containment. To anyone else, it was just metal. To Silas Vane, it was a wound that had stopped bleeding but never healed. He rubbed his thumb over the rim, a ritual he performed when the static in the air grew too thick. The office was small, windowless,...

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