The Faded Portrait

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The ledger on the desk had forty-three lines of debt, each one a thin, black scar across the white paper, and Elara counted them twice to be certain the math was as cruel as it looked. She was thirty years old, and her hands, stained with the indigo dye of the mill’s output, trembled slightly as she held the charcoal stick against the canvas. The portrait of her sister, Clara, was nearly...

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