The Faded Photograph

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The ink on the parchment was not merely black, but a deep, sucking void that seemed to pull the light out of the cramped, candle-lit archive room where Thomas Bradshaw sat with his back against the cold stone wall. He was a man of the Wardens, a title that carried more weight than the heavy iron keyring hanging from his belt, a keyring that had been passed down through generations of men who...

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