The Faded Portrait
The rain lashed against the high, arched windows of the Meridian State Library, blurring the streetlamps into streaks of amber and gray, but Elias Thorne remained fixed on the heavy oak doors of the East Wing, his hands trembling not from the cold but from the weight of the key he had not been given. For twenty years, Elias had served as the senior archivist, a role defined by silence,...
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