The Faded Portrait

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The rain in Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors that reflected the soot-stained bell towers and the weary faces of the merchants who hurried beneath their oilskin coats. Elias Thorne stood behind the glass counter of his apothecary, the smell of dried lavender and camphor hanging heavy in the air, a scent that had seeped...

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