The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-25 14:12:03 -

Opal Zorn hauled the coffin lid across the workbench, the oak groaning under the weight of his shoulders, while the dust motes swirled in the slanted light of the workshop. He was thirty-two, a man who had spent the last decade measuring dead men for the parish, yet his hands trembled now, not from age, but from the shard of mirror he clutched in his left fist. The glass was cold, a jagged...

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