The Faded Portrait

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The iron shears were cold in my hands, the metal biting into my palms like a promise I hadn’t made. I stood before the blackthorn hedge that circled the Halloran estate, a wall of dark, twisted wood that seemed to pulse with a slow, rhythmic heat. It was the third day since Elara vanished, and the cold air in the yard cut through my thin shirt, raising gooseflesh on my arms. I wanted to cut a...

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