The Faded Photograph
The ink on the writ of eviction was still wet when Sergeant Elias Thorne pressed his thumb against the parchment, the dampness seeping into the calluses of his hand like a cold draught finding a crack in the window frame. He stood in the doorway of the Blackwood estate, the autumn wind stripping the last of the copper leaves from the oaks and scattering them across the gravel drive in a...
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