The Faded Portrait

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In the dream, the house breathed. It was not the sharp, gasping intake of a living lung, but the slow, tidal swell of ancient timber and stone, a rhythmic expansion and contraction that filled the chambers of Eleanor’s mind with a dull, persistent ache. She stood in the center of the Great Hall, the floorboards beneath her feet creaking in a low, mournful drone, and she held in her hands a...

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