The Faded Photograph

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The snow in the Blackwood did not fall; it hung, a suspended judgment of white dust that settled on Elias Thorne’s cloak and weighed him down. He was thirty years old, a captain of the border guard, and his hands shook not from the cold but from the hunger that had gnawed at his belly for three days. The debt to the Baron of Ashford was a noose tightening around his neck, a sum so vast that no...

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