The Faded Photograph

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The stone floor was cold enough to numb the soles of Elias Thorne’s feet before he had taken three steps into the High Magistrate’s antechamber. He stood rigid, his spine a rod of iron, while the silence stretched thin and taut around him. The air smelled of damp limestone and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that seemed to cling to the tapestries hanging on the far wall. Elias was...

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