The Faded Photograph

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You’re still looking at the wall, aren’t you? The stone of the High Court atrium is cold, a damp chill that seeps through the wool of your constable’s coat and settles in the marrow, a sensation that has become so familiar over your twelve years of service that you no longer register it as discomfort but as a kind of structural support. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, and you are...

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