The Faded Photograph
The letter lay on the desk, its edges curling slightly in the dry air of the station office, the paper a brittle, off-white shade that had once been bright. You read it twice, the ink stark against the page, the words forming a cage around your name: *Elias Thorne, Senior Constable, is hereby placed under internal review for suspected falsification of evidence.* The charge was specific,...
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