The Faded Portrait

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The ink was still wet when the door opened, a violent red slash against the gray morning. I did not look up. I knew the weight of the silence that preceded Julian’s entry, the way the air in the archive room thickened with his disapproval. He stood by the shelf of ledgers, his shadow stretching long and thin across the floorboards, and said nothing. I kept my eyes on the page, on the tiny,...

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