The Faded Portrait

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The heavy oak chest of drawers in the corner of my uncle’s study did not merely hold papers; it held the weight of the world, or at least the portion of it that had been carved out of the town of Blackwood to serve the ambitions of the Alderman. I was twelve, and the air in the room tasted of dust, dried lavender, and the faint, metallic tang of old blood that seemed to seep from the very...

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