The Faded Portrait
The quill slips from your fingers again, the nib scratching a thin, white line across the vellum before you catch it with a trembling hand. You are Elias Thorne, fifty-two years old, and the senior archivist of the Grand Library, a title that has defined your existence for three decades but now feels like a shroud tightening around your shoulders. Your fingers, once steady enough to restore...
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