The Faded Photograph

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The silence in the armory was not an absence of sound but a heavy, living thing, a thick wool drawn tight against your ears, pressing against the bones of your skull until you could feel the pulse of your own blood hammering against the inner walls of your head. You stand in the center of the circular chamber, the stone floor cold and unyielding beneath the leather soles of your boots, the air...

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