The Faded Portrait

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"Stop trembling, Elias. It is only the ink." The voice came from the shadows behind the heavy oak desk, low and rough, like gravel shifting under a winter boot. I did not look up. I could not. My hands, slick with sweat and the metallic tang of fear, hovered over the sheet of parchment. The ink was black, so black it seemed to pull the light from the room, a void that threatened to swallow the...

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