The Faded Portrait

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Thorne. The name was called by the Archivist, a sound like a dry twig snapping in the silence of the vault. You looked up from the parchment, your fingers stained the color of dried blood, and saw Silas standing in the doorway, his face half-illuminated by the oil lamp that flickered with an unnatural, steady green. He did not enter. He stood in the threshold, a figure of shadow and old wool,...

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