The Faded Photograph

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"Debt due: three bushels of dried lavender, one bronze mirror, and the name of the father." The ink was still wet when Baptiste Renard read it. He sat in the damp cellar of the manor, the air so cold it bit through his wool shirt, digging through the rotting effects of his late father. He was thirty years old, a sergeant of the local garrison, but here, in the dark, he was just a son trying to...

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