The Faded Portrait

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The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain that smelled of wet wool and sulfur, settling into the crevices of the brickwork until the entire town seemed to be breathing through its pores. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the archive, the air thick with the dust of a century and the faint, cloying scent of damp earth that he had long since learned to ignore, though...

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