The Faded Portrait

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The key was rusted, the iron flaking into orange dust on Elias’s palm, but he did not look at it. He looked at the door. The east wing had been sealed for twelve years, since the day the coroner signed the paper and the house exhaled its last warm breath into the cold November air. Elias Thorne, Sergeant of the local constabulary, forty-two years old and stiff in the knees from standing too...

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