The Faded Portrait

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The letter lay on the steel table, its ink still wet and glistening under the harsh gaslight, a final testament to the terms of your servitude which you had signed with a hand that trembled not from fear but from the crushing weight of your own desperation. You were Elias Thorne, a man of forty years who had fled the eastern borders with nothing but a coat that smelled of coal smoke and a...

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