The Faded Photograph

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The ledger sat open on the oak desk, its pages thick with the weight of three years’ ink, and Elias Thorne counted the discrepancies aloud, his voice flat and precise as a chisel striking granite, while Guild Master Halloway leaned back in his chair, watching the engraver’s hands with the patient, predatory stillness of a man who knew the trap was already sprung. Elias wanted to prove the...

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