The Faded Portrait

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The magistrate’s clerk called my name from the street, a sharp, thin sound that cut through the fog and the smell of coal smoke that hung heavy over the cobblestones of Harrowgate. I did not turn immediately; I was too busy watching the condensation gather on the inside of the shop window, a cold sweat that mirrored the chill settling in my own bones. Elias Thorne, the voice repeated, with the...

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