The Faded Portrait

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The man who was not there spoke first, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seemed to come from the floorboards rather than the air, and he asked, "Do you feel the weight of it, Thomas? The specific, grinding weight of a hand that has never been lifted, only conditioned to stop pushing?" Thomas Whitmore, whose hands were currently stained with the blue-black ink of official forms and the pale,...

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