The Faded Portrait

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The loom clattered, a dry, wooden rhythm that shook the dust from the rafters of Oakhaven Mill. I wove the shuttle back and forth, my fingers numb, while the cold crept up from the floorboards. Outside, the river was not water anymore. It was a wall of gray mist, thick as wool, pressing against the windows. Thomas coughed in the corner, a wet, rattling sound that stopped my hands. He was twenty...

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