The Faded Portrait

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The train had already left the platform before Elias Thorne could finish packing his tools, the steam hissing a sharp, metallic complaint against the cold November air of 1893. "Are you certain this is wise, Master?" Kael asked, his voice barely rising above the clatter of the departing wheels, the boy’s hands trembling as he held the leather case. Elias did not look up. He was checking the...

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