The Faded Photograph
In the dim light of the kitchen, Elias Thorne held the small, leather-bound case in his hands, the leather worn smooth by ten years of worry. Inside lay the tail of a red fox, preserved in glass and wire, its fur a deep, arterial crimson that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. He watched the way the light caught the hairs, fine as spider silk, and felt the familiar tightness in his chest,...
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