The Faded Photograph

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The letter from the War Office arrived on a Tuesday, its envelope brittle with age and the smell of damp cellar stone. Arthur Vane stood in the hallway of the ancestral home, the paper trembling slightly in his hand, the weight of the bad news pressing against his chest like a physical blow. He was thirty-four years old, a man of disciplined habits and stoic silence, but the words printed in...

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