The Faded Portrait

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The letter lay on the desk, its edges curling slightly from the damp air of the basement, the ink smeared where a drop of condensation had fallen from the ceiling tile. Elias Thorne read it twice, his thumb tracing the heavy, official seal of the St. Jude’s Historical Society, then folded it into a tight square and placed it in his breast pocket. He was forty-five, an archivist of modest...

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