The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-21 21:45:23 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the gravel road into a slick, sucking mud that threatened to swallow the tires of the old Land Rover. I checked the mirror, watching the rear lights of the convoy fade into the grey mist, and then turned my gaze back to the passenger seat. There, resting on the worn leather, was the box. It was a heavy thing, made of oak and iron, and it held the...

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