The Faded Portrait

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The ink on the deed was still wet when the first glass shattered. Elias Thorne stood at the head of the long mahogany table, his hand hovering over the signature line, while the fog outside the tall windows pressed against the glass like a living thing seeking entry. The banquet hall of Blackwood Manor was filled with forty guests, their faces pale and waxen under the chandelier light, yet no...

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