The Faded Portrait

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The rain had been falling for three days, a cold, gray sheet that blurred the lines between the cobblestones and the wet asphalt, turning the city into a smear of charcoal and rust where the air tasted of iron and old, rotting wood. Elias Thorne stood on the corner of 5th and Main, his hand resting heavily on the hilt of a sidearm that felt less like a tool of order and more like a dead weight...

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