The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-22 09:04:30 -

The champagne was flat, but the room was warm, and that was all I cared about. I stood by the window, watching the snow fall on the industrial yards of Blackwood, the mill’s smokestacks piercing the grey sky like fingers of bone. Silas was dead, three weeks now, and I was here to finish what we started. Not the work. The legacy. I needed the estate. I needed the deed in my hand before the...

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