The Faded Portrait

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The rain in the city of Aethelgard did not wash the streets clean; it merely turned the grime into a slick, black mirror that reflected the gaslight back up at the sky, a sickly, yellow stare that never blinked. Elias Thorne stood on the corner of Weaver’s Lane, his uniform pressed tight against his ribs, the fabric stiff with the damp and the heavy, metallic taste of the air that hung over the...

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