The Faded Portrait

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The rain had been falling for three days, a cold and relentless sheet that turned the cobblestones of the Lower Ward into slick, black mirrors reflecting the flickering gaslight of the streetlamps and the damp, bruised purple of the sky above, and I stood beneath the eaves of the old textile mill, watching the water run in rivulets down the rusted iron supports, my breath coming in short, sharp...

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