The Faded Portrait

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Could the weight of a life be measured in the grit of the paint? I woke to the smell of turpentine and the hollow ache of a fever that had taken Elara three days prior, her body cold in the cot behind the workshop, the debt she died owing still pinned to our door like a splinter in the flesh. The fire had taken the barn and the receipts, leaving us with nothing but the blacklisting that...

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