The Faded Portrait

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, metallic rhythm against the skylight of the archive room. Elias Thorne sat at his desk. His hands were steady. They were always steady. He was a man of precise movements. He cataloged things. He did not judge them. He did not touch them, except when necessary. The object on the table was a box. It was made of oak. It was old. The...

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