The Faded Portrait

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The rain had not ceased for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the village of Oakhaven into a mirror reflecting the bruised sky above, and it was in this damp, breathless twilight that Arthur Penhaligon stood at the threshold of his ancestral home, watching the last of his belongings being loaded onto a horse-drawn cart by men whose faces were hidden beneath...

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