The Faded Portrait

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The stone was heavy, cold, and wrong. Elias lifted it with both hands, his knuckles white, the tremor in his fingers making the granite shudder against the mortar. He set it on the top course of the boundary wall, the one that separated the old Pemberton estate from the new development rising like a scar on the hillside. Forty-two years old, and his hands were failing him. The palsy had started...

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