The Faded Photograph

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The brush in Elias Thorne’s hand was a stick of dried bristle, stiff as a twig, and the tip was caked with a grey sludge that smelled of turpentine and old rot. He held it over the canvas, his wrist aching from the tremor that had started three days ago, a tremor that matched the flaking pattern of the paint beneath his fingers. The portrait of Chancellor Vane hung in the center of the...

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