The Faded Portrait

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The vault was cold, a chill that seeped into the bone and refused to leave. Elias Thorne stood before the heavy oak desk, his breath pluming in the stagnant air, and pointed a shaking finger at the man across from him. "You will give me the journal, Halloway. It belongs to my father, and by extension, to me." The lawyer, a man of sharp angles and sharper eyes, did not blink. He sat with his...

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