The Faded Photograph
The rain in Oakhaven did not wash the streets clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors that reflected the gaslights in long, trembling streaks of amber. Elias Thorne, a scholar of natural philosophy whose coat was three seasons out of fashion, walked with a purpose that bordered on desperation, his hand clutching the small brass locket against his chest...
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