The Faded Portrait

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The gaslight in Lord Vane’s banquet hall hisses like a living thing, a dry, hissing breath that seems to lick at the edges of the crystal chandeliers and the heavy velvet drapes, casting long, trembling shadows that dance across the marble floor with a rhythm that feels less like light and more like a pulse. You stand there, Elias Thorne, a thirty-two-year-old clerk whose hands are stiff from...

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