The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-22 10:32:16 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that blurred the line between the sea and the sky, and in that blur, the Old Customs House stood like a rotting tooth in the jaw of the coast. I am Elias Thorne, a border warden of twenty years’ service, and I had come to this crumbling stone fortress not to grieve, but to secure my future. My pension depended on proving the...

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