The Faded Portrait

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The rain in London did not fall so much as it hung, a grey, industrial veil that turned the gaslights into smudged halos of amber. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood alone in the center of his cramped flat in Bermondsey, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and stale tobacco. In his hands, he held a small, framed portrait of Clara, his wife, who had been dead for three years. The painting was...

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