The Faded Portrait
The rain had not stopped for three days, and the mud of the valley was a thick, grey paste that sucked at our boots with the persistence of a leech, pulling us down into the earth as we marched toward the keep of Lord Valerius. I carried the seal on my back, a heavy iron case strapped beneath my cloak, and I could feel the weight of it against my spine like a second skeleton, a reminder that I...
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