The Faded Portrait

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Act I My hands were already stained with the soot of the type case when the Chancellor’s messenger arrived, the q’s missing from the paper he held as if the letters had simply fallen out of the world. I was repairing the binding of a ledger in the archive, the smell of old glue sharp in my nose, when the boy spoke. He did not look at me. He looked at the sash around my waist, the ceremonial...

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