The Faded Portrait

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The soot on the glass was not dust. It was memory. Elias Thorne held the magnifying lens to the eye of the portrait. The paint was flaking. A tiny island of ochre had detached from the iris, leaving a crater of raw canvas beneath. He breathed on the glass. His breath fogged the surface, a brief, warm ghost. Then it cleared. The eye stared back. It was his eye. Or rather, the eye of the man he...

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