The Faded Portrait

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Chapter One The light in Vinterdal arrived in sheets, white and blinding, stripping the scree slopes of their shadow. Erik Jensen stood by the window of the boarding house, his fingers wrapped around a cup of cold coffee, watching the ferry queue stretch down the wet pier. The rain had stopped, but the air was heavy with wet wool and diesel. He counted the heads in the line. Twelve. Then...

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