The Faded Photograph

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Elias Thorne’s left hand, the one bearing the jagged, white scar that ran from his thumb to his wrist, was currently suspended in the air, trembling with a violence that had nothing to do with the cold. He stood in the center of the guild hall, the air thick with the smell of roasted lamb and spilled ale, his fingers curled around the hilt of his pocket watch chain, a nervous habit that had...

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