The Faded Portrait

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The rain hammered the tin roof. It was a rhythmic, violent drumming. Elias Thorne did not flinch. He held the lantern high. The beam cut through the gloom. It caught the dust. It caught the rot. He was looking for a body. He had been looking for three days. The house was a mausoleum of old wood and older secrets. The air tasted of mildew and iron. "Are you there, Elias?" The voice came from the...

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