The Faded Portrait

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The hand of Elias Thorne moved with the mechanical precision of a man who had long since ceased to care whether the object he held was sacred or profane, only that it was heavy. He twisted the brass lid of the jar, the metal cold and slick against his palm, and the scent of iron and dried rosemary rose to meet him, a smell that had haunted his sleep for three years since the fever took Mara. On...

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