The Faded Portrait

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Act I "Forty-eight hours, Shirin. The ledger is gone, and your name is on the door." The Director’s voice was dry as the dust in the archive, a sound that stripped the paint from the walls. Shirin Bagheri did not look up. He was holding the mirror, the glass cracked in a spiderweb pattern that had nothing to do with impact and everything to do with age, or perhaps with the way it had been kept....

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