The Faded Portrait

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The frost had settled on the stone windows of the Athenaeum like a fine, white powder, sealing the world outside into a blur of gray and silent white. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of dried lavender and old vellum, a perfume that seemed to hang in the stagnant air, heavy and sweet. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, the leather of his chair creaking softly as he shifted his weight. He was...

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