The Faded Photograph

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The fluorescent lights in Marshal Elias Thorne’s office hummed with a frequency that seemed to vibrate directly in the bone of his left wrist. He sat at the edge of his desk, the leather chair creaking under his weight, and ran a microfiber cloth over his palm with the methodical precision of a man disarming a bomb. The skin was clean, pale, and unmarked, yet the phantom pain remained, a sharp,...

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