The Faded Portrait

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The frost had crept into the heart of the workshop, turning the air into a brittle, silent thing that bit at Elias Thorne’s lungs. He sat hunched over his bench, his breath pluming in white ghosts before his face, watching the ink in the glass bottle thicken into a black, unusable sludge. The commission for Mr. Vane was due in three days, a massive portrait that was supposed to pay off the...

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