The Faded Portrait

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The needle slipped, tearing a new hole in the dark velvet, and I hissed through my teeth as the fabric gave way. It was a small sound, a sharp intake of breath, but in the silence of the study, it felt like a gunshot. I was forty-two years old, and I was trying to save a smoking jacket from rot. Arthur had worn this jacket for thirty years, from the day he first stood in this house with his...

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