The Faded Portrait

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The crystal tumbler felt slick and cold in Arthur’s hand, the condensation beading on the clear glass as he clutched it to keep from shaking. He stood at the edge of the office gala, a junior clerk in a suit that fit poorly at the shoulders, watching the Senior Auditor, Mr. Halloway, move through the crowd like a shark through kelp. The room was a roar of laughter and clinking silver, the air...

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