The Faded Portrait

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The heavy brass key sat in Elias Thorne’s palm, cold and heavy as a stone pulled from a riverbed, its teeth worn smooth by decades of turning locks that should have stayed open. He stared at it, the metal biting into the calluses of his hand, before looking up to face the row of men seated behind the curved mahogany desk in the town hall, their faces arranged in expressions of polite,...

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