The Faded Portrait

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The rain hammered the tin roof like a thousand small fists. "Is it getting worse?" Thomas asked. He did not look up from the map spread across the table. The paper was yellowed, brittle at the edges. He smoothed a wrinkle with his thumb. Margaret sat in the corner. Her hands were wrapped around a mug of cold tea. She stared at the wall. The plaster was peeling. Underneath, the lath was exposed,...

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