The Faded Photograph
The glass shattered before the sound arrived, a violent bloom of silence that turned the air in the courtroom into something sharp and cold. Elias Thorne watched the shards scatter across the polished oak floor, each fragment catching the fluorescent light like a frozen tear, and he felt a strange, detached lightness in his chest, as if the heavy stone he had carried for six years had finally...
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