The Faded Portrait

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the cottage, a rhythmic, hollow sound that seemed to come from inside the walls themselves. Elias sat by the dying fire, his hands wrapped around a cup of tea that had gone cold an hour ago. He was a man of fifty, though the hard winters and the harder hunger had carved lines into his face that made him look older....

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