The Faded Portrait

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The loom did not wait for Elias to be ready. It hummed, a low, subsonic thrum that vibrated in the marrow of his twelve-year-old bones, a sound like a distant train that never arrived. He stood before the massive frame of oak and iron, his hands trembling not from fear, but from the desperate, feverish need to save his mother. She lay in the debtors’ prison three miles down the hill, her lungs...

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