The Faded Photograph

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The rain in Chicago did not wash the city clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones of the South Side into a mirror for the gaslight and the filth. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood on the corner of Halsted and State, his hand buried deep in the pocket of his wool coat, fingers wrapped around the cold, cracked silver of his father’s locket. He was thirty-four years old, a man...

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