The Faded Photograph

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Act I "You’re not writing it down, are you?" I asked, my hand hovering over the cold, metallic surface of the badge, feeling the weight of it settle into the hollow of my neck like a stone dropped into a deep well. Captain Halloway did not look up from his desk. He was cleaning a pen with a rag that had seen better decades, the fabric thin and gray from years of scrubbing ink from the same...

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