The Faded Portrait

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The silver locket sat against Elias Thorne’s sternum, a cold weight that hummed with a frequency only he could hear. He stepped out of the Institute’s main gate into a fog so thick it erased the horizon, leaving only the wet cobblestones under his boots. He was forty years old, an archivist of long standing, and he carried a single, desperate purpose: to retrieve the ledger before the Board...

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