The Faded Portrait

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The rain slicked the cobblestones of the old quarter, turning the city into a mirror of grey and mud. "You look like a ghost," said the woman in the doorway. Her voice was sharp, cutting through the damp air. "Or a dog that has been kicked too often. Which is it?" I did not answer. I stood in the shadow of the archway, my clothes hanging off my frame like rags on a line. My name was Elias...

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