The Faded Portrait

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"Put it in the bag. Now." Your father’s voice is a rasp, dry as the chalk dust that coats the workshop floor, and the command cuts through the hum of the ventilation fans. You are twelve, Elias, and your hands are shaking so badly that the glass jar rattles against your hip. Inside, the moss pulses. It is not the green of the meadows outside the mine, nor the sickly yellow of the autumn leaves...

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