The Faded Portrait

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The crystal chandeliers of the National Trust banquet hall dripped with light, a heavy, golden suffocation that pressed against Elias Thorne’s temples. He stood at the edge of the room, a junior archivist in a suit that fit too tightly across the shoulders, clutching a glass of lukewarm champagne he had no intention of drinking. The air was thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and expensive...

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