The Faded Portrait

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The steam from the radiator hissed like a dying snake in the corner of the library, a thin, white thread that tangled in the heavy air. I sat at my desk, the wood worn smooth by decades of elbows and ink, and watched the dust motes dance in the single beam of afternoon light that pierced the high window. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; time had become a fluid thing in this...

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