The Faded Portrait

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Act I I look back now, from the vantage of the fog that swallows the causeway twice a day, to the afternoon when I first admitted my hands had failed me, the tremor that had lived beneath my skin for two years finally surfacing in the grain of the ceramic. The smell hit me before the sight did, a thick, brine-heavy rot of salt air and old paper that clung to the linoleum of the archive, a scent...

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