The Faded Portrait

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Elias Thorne woke with the taste of wet limestone in his mouth, the recurring dream of the tower’s crumbling mortar still clinging to his tongue like a bad memory. He sat up in the dark, his heart hammering a frantic, arrhythmic beat against his ribs, a physical echo of the structural decay he saw in his sleep. The winter solstice auction was in four days, and if the estate did not pass the...

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