The Faded Portrait

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The leather-bound folio was heavy, denser than its size suggested, and Elias Thorne held it with the careful, aching grip of a man handling a weapon. The basement of the university’s humanities building smelled of damp concrete and the sterile, ozone tang of the HVAC system, a scent that had seeped into his clothes over the three hours he had spent there. He was forty-two, an archivist by trade...

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