The Faded Photograph
The leather of the steering wheel was cold against Elias Thorne’s palm, a sharp chill that seeped into the bone of his thumb. He gripped it tighter, his knuckles whitening as the truck rattled over the broken asphalt of County Road 9. In the passenger seat, a heavy iron-bound ledger sat on the floorboard, its spine cracked and swollen with age. Elias’s heart gave a sudden, arrhythmic thud, a...
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