The Faded Portrait
The silence in the high tower was not empty but heavy, a physical substance that pressed against the eardrums like deep water, and it was in this suffocating quiet that Commander Arthur Penhaligon sat alone with the map spread before him, the parchment curling at the edges as if it were a living thing dying of thirst, while the wind howled outside with a voice that sounded suspiciously like his...
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