The Faded Portrait

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You think you can just sell it? Uncle Silas’s voice, low and grinding like a millstone turning in the dark, cut through the humid air of the parlor, where the wallpaper was peeling in long, wet strips that hung like the flayed skin of some ancient beast. Elias stood by the window, his fingers white-knuckled against the cold iron sill, watching the soot-blackened smoke from the textile mill rise...

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