The Faded Portrait

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The champagne flutes in Clara’s hand trembled, not from the cold, but from the frantic effort to keep her smile fixed while the floorboards beneath her feet groaned. It was her fortieth birthday, a fact that felt less like a milestone and more like a verdict, yet the party was in full swing, a cacophony of laughter and clinking glass that seemed to vibrate with an aggressive, brittle energy....

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