The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-22 14:57:25 -

Thorne, you are awake. The voice came from the darkness beyond the window, a thin slice of grey light cutting through the shutters of the barracks, sharp and cold as a blade against the back of his neck. Elias Thorne did not open his eyes, but his hand moved instinctively to the small of his back, finding the familiar, tarnished weight of the silver locket tucked into his tunic, a cold metal...

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