The Faded Portrait

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The frost had not yet broken the skin of the earth when the first branch of the ancient oak in the courtyard snapped, a sound so sharp and final it seemed to sever the very air, and Elias Thorne stood in the center of his workshop, his hands still stained with the indigo dye that had soaked into the whorls of his fingers over the last three decades, watching the great limb tumble to the ground...

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