The Faded Portrait

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The rain hit the tin roof of the depot with a sharp, rhythmic hiss. It was a sound that had worn a groove in Elias Thorne’s mind. He sat alone in the office, the air thick with the smell of wet wool and stale tobacco. The clock on the wall ticked. Tick. Tick. Tick. It was a metronome for a song he no longer remembered. Elias was a man who had served. Not in a war, but in the quiet, grinding war...

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