The Faded Portrait

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Elias stood by the gate. The rain fell in sheets. He held the coat. It was heavy. Wool. Dark. It smelled of smoke. And dust. And old blood. "Are you leaving?" The voice came from the porch. Eleanor stood there. Her face was pale. Her hands gripped the railing. She looked small. Under the eaves. "Yes," Elias said. His voice was flat. "I have to go." "Where?" "To the front." "Who are you...

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