The Faded Portrait

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The salt burned in the cuts of his hands. Commander Elias Thorne held the rudder steady. The wind screamed. It was a sound like tearing metal. The ship groaned. Wood splintered. The sea rose. Black. Infinite. Cold. He looked at the barrel. It sat in the center of the deck. Oak. Reinforced with iron bands. It was sealed. Wax. Red. Heavy. Inside was the cure. Or the poison. The distinction had...

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