The Faded Portrait

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The basement smelled of damp plaster and old paper. Elias Thorne sat alone at the steel desk, the only light coming from a single, buzzing fluorescent tube that flickered with an irritating, arrhythmic pulse. He was forty-two, a mid-level archivist at the Ministry of Records, and he had spent the last three hours cataloging the sealed files of the late Director Halloway. His promotion depended...

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