The Faded Portrait

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Chapter One Lucien Descamps, forty-two, sat at the head of a table set for twelve in the dining room of the estate that was already being auctioned off in whispers. The air smelled of damp wool and the copper tang of the blood his sister, Elise, had coughed onto her handkerchief only an hour before. She was pale, her hands trembling around the porcelain cup, while the guests laughed and clinked...

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