The Faded Portrait

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The banquet hall of the Ashworth estate was a cathedral of gold and silence, where the air hung heavy with the scent of roasted pheasant and the oppressive weight of generations. Twelve-year-old Elias stood at the center of the room, his small frame swallowed by the grandeur of the chandeliers above, clutching a cold iron key in his fist. He had stolen it from his father’s desk, a act of...

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