The Faded Photograph

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The rain fell in sheets against the glass, blurring the world outside into a smear of grey and black. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and old paper. Elias sat on the edge of the cot, his hands resting on his knees, fingers twitching slightly. He was a man built for command, broad-shouldered and still, but here he felt hollowed out. The room was not a room. It was a space...

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