The Faded Portrait

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The cough starts in the back of your throat, a dry, rasping scrape that tastes like copper and old dust. You are Elias, forty-two years old, and you have three days to finish the commission on the widow’s wedding dress, a fragile relic of white silk that hangs in the center of your studio like a ghost refusing to leave. The deadline is Friday, and your reputation, built on twenty years of...

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