The Faded Photograph

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The counting had begun three hours before the sun cleared the eastern wall, a rhythmic, dry percussion of parchment against the stone table that filled the undercroft with the scent of mildew and old wax. Elias Whitmore sat with his back to the door, his fingers moving over the stack of requisition forms for the northern garrison, each sheet a thin, brittle thing that smelled of the damp earth...

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