The Faded Portrait

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The hammer struck the lead came, a dull, heavy thud that vibrated up Thomas’s arm and settled in his jaw. He did not open his eyes. In the dark behind his lids, his brother’s face was not a ghost but a feverish blur, the skin slack and grey, the mouth open in a silent scream that had no sound in the waking world. Thomas blinked, and the workshop rushed back into focus, the smell of hot solder...

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