The Faded Photograph

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The fire burned low in the hearth. It crackled. A dry, hollow sound. The wood was old oak. It split with a sharp report. Thomas sat by the embers. He did not move. His hands were still. They rested on his knees. The leather of his gauntlets creaked. A small, brittle noise. He looked at the stone wall. The mortar was crumbling. Dust fell in the air. It caught the firelight. It looked like snow....

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