The Faded Portrait
"Is it done?" "Yes." "Are you sure?" "Absolutely." The voice came from the hallway. Heavy footsteps. The floorboards groaned under the weight of boots. They were old boots. Worn down at the heel. The smell of damp wool and rain followed the man into the room. He stood by the door. He did not enter. He looked at the window. The glass was fogged. Outside, the rain hammered against the shingles....
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