The Faded Portrait

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The rain lashed against the leaded panes of the old manor, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones, a cold, wet pulse that matched the frantic, stuttering beat of my heart as I stood before the massive oak door of the Ashworth estate, my knuckles white against the brass handle, my hands trembling not from the chill of the November wind cutting through my...

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