The Faded Photograph

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The light in the archive was the color of old teeth, a dull, yellowing smear that crept across the oak floorboards as the sun angled down the high, narrow windows. Thomas Vane stood before the desk of the late Duke, his fingers hovering over the mahogany surface, trembling not from cold but from the sheer weight of the silence that pressed against his ears. He was thirty years old, a junior...

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