The Faded Portrait

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I woke with the taste of chalk dust and dried blood in my mouth, the afterimage of a red seal stamped hard against the back of my eyelids burning like a brand. It was the seal of the university where I had once held tenure, where I had spent three decades cataloging the quiet decay of the human spirit in Victorian correspondence. I knew that seal. I had seen it on ten thousand envelopes, on the...

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