The Faded Portrait

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The smell of turpentine and old varnish hung in the stone vaults of the Imperial Library, a scent Elias Vane had inhaled for forty years until it seemed to be part of his own blood. He sat alone in the dim light of the restoration alcove, his hands trembling slightly as he held a fine brush to the faded canvas of Julian’s portrait, the only image of his late mentor that remained untouched by...

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