The Faded Portrait

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The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a pervasive and wetting presence that seeped into the marrow of my bones and turned the world into a grey smear of mud and mist, while I stood alone in the center of the heath, my hands clenched so tightly around the hilt of the sword that the leather had worn through the skin of my palms and left a raw, reddening map of my own endurance upon the...

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