The Faded Portrait

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The varnish was flaking off the left eye, and you were scraping it away with a bone folder, the sound a dry, rhythmic rasp that filled the silence of the conservation lab like the scratching of a mouse in the walls. You were forty-two, Elias Thorne, an archivist who had spent the last decade cleaning other men’s dust, and you wanted this job, the permanent position at the National Museum, more...

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