The Faded Portrait

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The frost on the workshop windows is thick enough to hide the street, but it does not hide the cold that settles into your bones, a cold that has nothing to do with the weather and everything to do with the empty purse hanging by the door. You are Elias, forty-two years old, and your hands, which once commanded the respect of the city’s finest architects, now tremble with a palsy that you tell...

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