The Faded Portrait

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Do you hear it? Elara held the shears steady, the metal biting into the thick wool. The vault was silent save for the wet, tearing sound of the fiber giving way. She was forty-two, and her hands did not shake, though her heart hammered a frantic, irregular rhythm against her ribs. The room smelled of cold stone and dried lavender, a scent so old it had lost its fragrance and become merely a...

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