The Faded Portrait

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The rain fell on London like a penitent's prayers—relentless, penitent, as though the sky itself were seeking absolution for some ancient sin. Evelyn Marsh stood before the glass case in the Warburg Institute's northern wing, watching the drops race each other down the window, and tried to understand why the portrait inside had cost her three sleepless nights and a pocketful of guilt. It was a...

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