The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-19 22:09:58 -

The fire did not start with a spark, but with a scream. It was a sound that tore through the heavy wool and damp stone of the guildhall, a shriek that belonged to no human throat. Thomas Ashworth stood in the center of the workshop, his hands stained with the indigo dye that had soaked into his cuticles for thirty years. He held the collar of his wife’s gown in one hand, the other pressed flat...

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