The Faded Portrait

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The needle slid into the antecubital vein with a wet, tearing sound that Elias Thorne had heard a thousand times but never once appreciated until it was his own flesh. He watched the meniscus of the clear, viscous liquid drop, inch by agonizing inch, into the catheter, the weight of the bag pulling taut against the metal stand. Across the sterile, windowless expanse of his office, Dr. Aris sat...

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