The Faded Portrait

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The rain fell in sheets of grey iron. It hammered the stone walls of the keep. The wind howled. It sounded like a wolf. Or perhaps a ghost. Sir Thomas stood in the center of the hall. He did not move. His armor was wet. It clung to his chest like a second skin. The metal was cold. It bit into his flesh. He waited. He had waited for three days. The door opened. A gust of wind rushed in. It...

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