The Faded Portrait

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The rain fell on the city like a grey shroud, washing the soot from the cobblestones but leaving the stain of grief in Elias Thorne’s chest. He stood at the foot of Clara’s bed, the silence of the room so heavy it pressed against his eardrums, a physical weight that made his knees buckle. In his hand, he clutched a leather satchel, inside which lay the blank brass plate for the new Civic Seal,...

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