The Faded Portrait
The seal on the amphora was cracked. It was a thin, jagged line, like a scar on old parchment, running from the rim to the base. Serpent. That was the name of the artifact, though it was not a snake. It was a vessel of dark clay, glazed in a blue so deep it looked like the ocean floor, and inside it, something breathed. Not air. Not water. Something older. Thomas Ashworth held it in his gloved...
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