The Faded Portrait
"Check the seal." Ellis stared at the jar. The glass was thick. Green. Heavy. Inside, a single stalk of asphodel sat suspended in brine. It did not rot. It did not fade. It waited. "It is intact," said Mara. She stood by the door. Her face was pale. The light from the corridor was gray. It cut across the floor. It touched her shoes. It did not touch her face. Ellis nodded. He picked up the jar....
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