The Faded Portrait

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The clock in the lobby did not tick. It hummed. A low, industrial thrum that vibrated in my teeth. I stood before the glass case. Inside lay a sparrow. It was not dead. Or at least, not entirely. Its feathers were gray, matted with soot from the factory chimney. It looked at me. I looked back. "Is it alive?" I asked. The curator, a man named Mr. Halloway, adjusted his spectacles. He was old....

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