The Faded Portrait

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The bell in the tower did not ring. It sat silent in its wooden frame, a mouth open in a scream that had never come. Elias Thorne stood before it, his hands resting on the cold iron rim. The wood was dark with age, smelling of dust and dried sage. He was alone. The village of Oakhaven lay below him, a patchwork of slate and shadow, breathing its slow, heavy breath. Elias was a man of quiet...

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