The Faded Portrait

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The balance trembled, a hair’s width from equilibrium, holding three grains of antimony against the morning light that slanted through the cellar’s high, barred window. Elias Thorne counted the grains, then the seconds, then the heavy silence of the room where the air tasted of copper and rot. He had spent twelve years in Lord Vane’s employ, twelve years measuring out his life in vials and...

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