The Faded Photograph

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The rain had turned the cobblestones of the Old Quarter into a mirror of gray slate, reflecting the gaslight in trembling, fractured pools that distorted the world into a liquid, breathing thing. I stood before the door of the Magistrate’s manor, my hands slick with the cold, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs, and I knew with a certainty that tasted like iron in the mouth that...

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