The Faded Photograph

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The count of the years began with the dust. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the Great Hall, his boots sinking slightly into the floorboards, which had begun to buckle and warp in a manner that defied the dryness of the air. He was thirty years old, though the mirror in the hallway, if one could still call it a mirror, suggested a man of fifty. The stone walls of the manor, Aethelgard, were...

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