The Faded Photograph

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The mist did not rise so much as it leaked from the earth, a cold, viscous exhalation that turned the ancient stone walls of the citadel into ghosts of themselves. Thomas stood at the edge of the precipice, his fingers white-knuckled around the iron railing, feeling the vibration of the wind in the bones of his hands. He was a man of duty, a captain of the guard in a time that predated the...

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