The Faded Portrait

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The dream was always the same: a white silk gown, hanging in a dark room, its hem rotting away into dust. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of iron in his mouth and the familiar, crushing weight in his chest that had been his companion for the last three months. He was fifty-two, a retired architect who had spent a career drawing lines that held up, but his own body was a structure failing from...

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