The Faded Portrait

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"Don't look at me like that, Elias. You know the price of silence." The words hung in the air, heavy as wet wool. I didn't answer. I couldn't. My jaw was locked, and the fog around us was so thick it felt like breathing in cold water. I was forty-two, a border warden for twenty years, and my hands were shaking. Not from the cold. From the palsy that had started in my left thumb last winter and...

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