The Faded Photograph

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The mud on the road to Thorne Hall was a thick, sucking sludge that seemed determined to swallow the horse whole, and Elias Thorne leaned forward in the saddle, his knuckles white on the reins, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs as the rain lashed his face in cold, stinging sheets. He was a constable of the county, a man who had spent ten years enforcing the law of a system...

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