The Faded Photograph
The cellar door was iron, heavy as a coffin lid, and when Sheriff Galloway slammed it shut, the sound echoed in your chest like a gunshot. You were Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a constable of Oakhaven for ten years, and you wanted only to clear your name after being accused of stealing the town’s silver reliquary. But the system that was supposed to protect you had turned its back, locking you in...
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