The Faded Photograph
The envelope on the desk was thick, heavy with the weight of paper and the silence that had settled over the office since nine o’clock. Elias Thorne held it in his left hand, the knuckles white, while his right hand rested on the edge of the ledger. He was thirty-two years old, and the promotion to Senior Clerk was a thing he had waited for since he was sixteen, a debt owed by the firm to his...
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