The Faded Photograph

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The file is closed. Adjutant Halloway did not look up. He sat behind a desk of polished mahogany, the wood reflecting the gray light of the courtyard in a dull, oily sheen. Elias Thorne stood in the doorway, his boots scuffed, his uniform buttoned to the throat. In his left hand, he clutched a small velvet box. Inside lay a silver signet ring, tarnished black at the edges, the crest of the...

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