The Faded Portrait

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The fog in Ashport did not rise so much as it pressed against the city, a grey, industrial hand squeezing the life out of the brick and iron, and Arthur Vane stood on the dock with his coat buttoned to the chin, holding a frame that had once held a woman’s face. He was forty years old, a man whose academic career had been dissolved by a scandal so vague that it had become a kind of folklore,...

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