The Faded Portrait

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The ink was still wet on the signature line when the scent hit me, thick and cloying, like rotting lilies pressed into a sealed jar. I paused, the pen hovering over the paper, and adjusted the faded silk shawl draped over my shoulders. It had been ten years since Elara died, yet the fabric still clung to my skin, a second layer of flesh that I could not remove without feeling the cold air bite...

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