The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-17 16:00:08 -

The bell tower of St. Jude’s did not ring with the crisp, metallic clarity it once had, but with a dull, thrumming resonance that felt less like sound and more like a vibration in the marrow. Eleanor sat alone in the high chamber, the draft from the broken window pane biting at her neck, her breath visible in the frigid air of the upper gallery. Below her, the town of Oakhaven was a patchwork...

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