The Faded Portrait

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the red clay roads of the Appalachian highlands into a slick, breathing membrane that swallowed every footfall of Elias Thorne. He walked with his head bowed, the weight of the iron box against his hip a physical manifestation of the guilt that had calcified in his chest over the last decade. The box was small, no larger than a hardcover novel,...

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