The Faded Photograph
Act I Ha-jun Jang stood before the shattered glass of the office window, his left hand bleeding from the impact of a brick that had been thrown in anger by a man who believed the law was a living thing that could be beaten, while the Chief, a man who had risen through the ranks by selling out his own brothers, watched from the doorway with a face carved from stone, his silence a heavier weight...
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