The Faded Portrait

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The chisel bit into the slate with a sound like a bone snapping, and I pulled my hand back, the wood splintering under the pressure of my thumb, the grain rough and damp against my skin as I examined the fissure that had run through the survey marker I had set only that morning. It was October of 1893, and the air in Blackwood had a weight to it, a physical density that pressed against the...

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