The Faded Portrait

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I The wound in Hilkka Ranta’s shoulder had stopped bleeding an hour before the dawn, yet the pain remained a dull, heavy anchor, pulling him down into the moss that covered the lava fields of the parish. He stood in the courtyard, the rain washing the black ink from his face, and looked up at the sky where a single, clear star burned through the thinning clouds. It was the first real dark of...

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