The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-20 13:46:02 -

The rain hammered the tin roof. Elias sat on a crate. He held a coat. It was wool. Heavy. Blue. Faded to grey. He rubbed the sleeve. The fabric pilled. It wore thin. "Put it down," said Thomas. Thomas stood by the fire. He held a glass. The amber liquid trembled. "Elias. Put it down." "It is his," Elias said. His voice was low. Rough. Like gravel. "The Colonel’s coat." "Who?" Thomas asked. He...

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