The Faded Portrait

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended mist that clung to the windows of the Bureau of Anomalous Logistics like a layer of grime that no amount of scrubbing could ever remove. Silas Vane sat in his narrow office, the one assigned to him after his discharge from the Marine Corps and before his subsequent, quiet disappearance into the administrative underbelly of the state, and...

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