The Faded Portrait
"You'll have to sign here, and here, and if the ink smudges, we start the paperwork all over again." Chapter One The damp got into the plaster of the pension office on the corner of seventy-one of the Rope Walk, turning the walls into a soft, breathing skin that smelled of wet chalk and old sweat. I sat at the heavy oak table, my hands wrapped around a cup of tea that had gone cold an hour ago,...
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