The Faded Photograph

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The storm had stripped the trail bare, leaving only the scent of wet iron and decay to mark the path forward, and Elias Thorne tightened his grip on the leather strap of his pack, feeling the weight of the world press against his shoulder blades with a physical insistence that matched the hammering of his own pulse. He was thirty-two years old, a sergeant in the mounted infantry with a record...

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