The Faded Photograph

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The ledger said three days of wages owed, two broken panes of glass, and one man to catch. Elias Thorne counted the entries in the red ink, his finger tracing the lines as the train rattled over the bridge into Oakhaven. He was thirty years old, a sergeant with a back that ached when the humidity rose, and he carried a warrant for his brother Julian. The town smelled of wet wool and rust before...

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