The Faded Portrait

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The fire took the roof first. I watched the timber twist. Black smoke billowed into a sky that had turned the color of a bruise. I stood on the porch, my hands shaking, holding a brass pocket watch that had belonged to my father. The house was gone. The business was gone. The life I had built, brick by brick over thirty years, was turning to ash. I was a restorer. I fixed old things. I made...

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