The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-18 21:08:25 -

The ink had long since dried on the skin of the manuscript, yet the words themselves remained wet, slick and trembling against the silence of the study, and I sat there in the heavy, industrial gloom of the Victorian evening, listening to the tick of the clock that seemed to count not seconds but the slow, inevitable erosion of my own sanity, while the portrait of my dear friend Arthur hung on...

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