The Faded Photograph

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The gravel crunched under the heavy boots of the surveyor, a sound that seemed to vibrate up through the soles of my shoes and into the damp, aching bones of my legs, as I stood before the crumbling stone gate that had marked the eastern boundary of the Thorne estate for three generations. I clutched the faded photograph in my left hand, the paper soft and brittle from the humidity, while my...

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