The Faded Portrait

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The fever was a low, persistent hum in Elias Thorne’s blood, a frequency that matched the groan of the oak roots beneath the administrative palace. He sat in the dim archive, the air thick with the scent of decaying paper and damp stone, staring at the estate claim before him. The document was a mess of crossed-out lines and marginalia, a bureaucratic tumor that had festered for months. Elias...

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