The Faded Photograph

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The brass key was warm in Elias Thorne’s pocket, a strange, feverish heat that persisted despite the chill of the November air, pulsing gently against his thigh as he stood beside the bride and groom in the crowded, candlelit hall of the St. James Hotel. He adjusted his tunic, the fabric stiff and ill-fitting, a constant reminder of the rent that was three months overdue and the promotion that...

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