The Faded Photograph

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Elias Thorne, the clerk’s voice was thin, stretched over the telephone wire until it broke. He stood in the waiting room of the Oakhaven Municipal Archive, his hands clasped so tightly the knuckles turned white. The room smelled of dust and old paper, a dry, choking scent that settled in the throat. Across from him, Magistrate Aldous Vane sat behind a desk of mahogany, polishing a brass inkwell...

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