The Faded Portrait

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The rain fell hard on the tin roof of the station house. It drummed a frantic, hollow rhythm. Silas Vance sat in the corner. He did not look up. His hands rested on the table. They were scarred and thick. They held a small tin box. The lid was dented. It was the only thing that mattered. The town of Oakhaven was grey. The mist clung to the trees. It smelt of wet wool and rot. Silas had served...

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