The Faded Portrait

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The hammer hit the anvil with a sound like a bone snapping. Elias Thorne watched the spark fly, his eyes fixed on the glowing metal, but his mind was on the ledger in his breast pocket. He was forty years old, and the debt owed to his father’s estate sat heavy in his gut, a stone he could not swallow. In 1893, Pittsburgh was a city of smoke and iron, a place where men were weighed by their...

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