The Faded Portrait

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The house stood on a hill that overlooked the churning gray mouth of the estuary, and the air inside it was always thick with the scent of damp wool and old varnish, a perfume that had settled into the very grain of the oak floors over three generations of silence. You had lived there since you were a boy, watching the light change from the amber of late afternoon to the bruised purple of...

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