The Faded Portrait

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The hall was cold. It smelled of damp stone. I stood before the door. It was oak. It was old. My name was Arthur. I was a clerk. I wore grey. The grey suited me. It suited my eyes. It suited my soul. I had no soul. I had a task. The task was clear. Find the portrait. The portrait was lost. It was in the archive. The archive was deep. The archive was dark. I walked in. The shadows moved. They...

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