The Faded Photograph

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The debt collector’s fist connected with my jaw before I saw the man, a blunt crack that spun the candlelight into a halo of green sparks. I stumbled back, my shoulder slamming into the bolt of heavy wool, and tasted copper and dust. "Five pounds, Thorne," the man hissed, wiping a speck of blood from his lip. He was a small, wiry thing, a spider in a suit, but his eyes held the cold patience of...

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