The Faded Photograph

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Thorne. Get out of the way. The voice came from the service corridor, sharp and wet with rain, belonging to one of Halloway’s security men. You were already moving, your body reacting before your mind could catalog the threat. The archive room behind you was a tomb of paper and dust, but the corridor was alive with the smell of wet wool and ozone. You had the torn page in your pocket, and it...

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