The Faded Portrait

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The rain in Lyon did not wash the city clean; it only made the stone slicker, darker, and heavier. Elias Thorne stood on the cobblestones of the Place Bellecour, his coat damp and clinging to his shoulders like a second, ill-fitting skin. He was a man of forty years who looked sixty, his face a topography of deep lines carved by wind and worry. In his hands, he held the small, leather-bound...

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