The Faded Photograph

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The cold in the mountains did not sit upon the skin like a guest; it seeped into the marrow, a slow, viscous invasion that turned the blood sluggish and the thoughts thick, as if the mind were wading through wet sand. Elias Thorne walked alone along the ridge, his boots crunching against the frozen gravel with a rhythmic, percussive insistence that seemed to echo back from the sheer drop-offs...

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