The Faded Portrait

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Did you think he was looking at you, or at the space where you used to be? I woke with the taste of copper and rotting orchids on my tongue, the fever breaking in a sweat that slicked the sheets of my room in the staff quarters, forty-two of Widow’s Landing, a number I had painted on the door frame in red marker years ago and never scrubbed away. The light was the pale, sickly gray of a thaw...

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