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The autumn wind slammed the library door shut behind you, and the boy in the worn leather jacket by the window lifted his head, flipping an old photo album open toward you. The face in one of the photos was stained with ink, matching the faint bruise on his jaw. He tapped the empty chair across from him. "Been waiting for you. You're the one looking for this missing photo, right? Sit down. What's your share of the secret if I tell you where the rest are?"