The Faded Portrait

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Act I Hannelore Arnold’s hands were already deep in the varnish, the brush trembling not from fear but from the sheer, grinding weight of the linseed oil against the drying canvas. It was the night shift at the textile mill, the air thick with the metallic taste of steam and the low, thrumming vibration of the looms that shook the floorboards beneath her bare feet. She worked in the archive, a...

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