The Faded Photograph

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The ledger on the desk was cold, a slab of grey stone under my fingertips, and I counted the coins in the tin three times before I dared to look at the date on the form. Fourteen shillings, and the rent was due on the morrow, a sum that felt less like a debt and more like a physical weight pressing against the base of my skull. I am Elias Thorne, a constable in the remote glen of Airdrie,...

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