The Faded Photograph

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The order of the day lay on the table, the ink still wet and smelling of turpentine and authority. Captain Elias Thorne smoothed the corner of the paper with a thumb that had been stained blue by engine grease and now, inexplicably, by the ink of his own promotion. He was thirty-two, a man whose face had begun to map the topography of the borderlands he patrolled, and he stood in the center of...

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