The Faded Portrait

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung. It was a fine, gray mist that clung to the windows of the archive room, blurring the world outside into a smear of wet brick and dead leaves. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, the only light source a single, humming lamp that cast long, trembling shadows against the shelves. He was a man of forty, though his hair had gone white at the temples far too early....

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