The Faded Portrait

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Act I Do you know what it costs to keep a secret alive? I ask because the silence in this room is heavy, priced in years and ink. I am Lupita Renteria. I am forty-two. I sit in the archive of the Bureau, a place that smells of dry rot and old fear. The air is still, but not quiet. The Moths are here. They are pale, translucent things, drifting from the pages like dandelion seeds caught in a...

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