The Faded Photograph

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The fog in Blackwood did not rise from the ground so much as it leaked out of the city’s iron bones, a grey, sentient breath that choked the streets of the industrial district. Elias Thorne, thirty years old and already wearing the heavy coat of a man who had seen too much decay, stood before the sealed doors of the Blackwood Conservatory, his hands trembling not from the cold but from the...

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