The Faded Portrait

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The frost had crept into the marrow of Elias’s bones before he even opened his eyes, a chill that seemed to emanate not from the drafty window of his attic studio but from the canvas itself, where the face of his dead wife, Elara, stared back with an emptiness that had grown more profound with each passing day. He was forty years old, a scribe by trade who had traded the pen for the brush when...

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