The Faded Portrait

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The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, industrial drumming that turned the gravel roads of the Blackwood Valley into rivers of brown sludge. Elias Thorne sat in the driver’s seat of his sputting Ford Model T, the engine coughing like a man with a bad lung, and watched the mist swallow the road ahead. He was a private investigator, a title that sounded more grandiose than it felt in...

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