The Faded Photograph
The fluorescent lights in the basement of the Meridian Public Archives hummed with a frequency that Elias Thorne felt in his teeth. It was 2:00 AM, a time when the building settled into a silence broken only by the low thrum of the climate control units and the distant drip of a leaky pipe in the sub-basement. Elias was thirty-two, an archivist of ten years, and he was not sleeping. He had not...
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