The Faded Portrait

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You hold the seal. It is cold. The wax is dark red, almost black. You press your thumb against it. The wax is soft. It yields. You do not break it. You hold it. The room is small. The air is thick. It smells of dust. It smells of old paper. It smells of rain. "Did you break it?" The voice is behind you. It is low. It is tired. It is Thomas. You know his voice. You know the weight of his words....

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