The Faded Portrait

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The stone breathed. Maren felt it. A slow, rhythmic expansion. In. Out. The walls of the tower were not dead. They were living. They were waiting. She stood in the center of the room. The air was thick. It tasted of iron and old dust. Her hands hung at her sides. They trembled. Not from cold. From power. The tower was a body. She was the heart. She had come here to find the truth. Or so she had...

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