The Faded Portrait

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The grand ballroom of the Whitmore Estate did not smell of perfume or wine, but of wet stone and old, stagnant air, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a bad memory. Colonel Elias Thorne stood by the shattered remains of the marble floor, his uniform immaculate save for the dark, spreading stain of blood on his left sleeve, a silent testament to the violence that had erupted in...

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