The Faded Photograph

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The strap of the rifle dug into Elias Thorne’s shoulder as he held the insurgent against the cold stone wall, the man’s breath hot and wet against the captain’s neck. Behind him, the sound of the porcelain shattering was not a crash, but a heavy, wet thud, like a stone dropped into deep mud. Elias did not turn. He could feel the silence of the room expanding, pressing against his eardrums, a...

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