The Faded Portrait
You walk. The road is long. It is grey. It is wet. You have walked for days. Your boots are heavy. They are soaked. You do not stop. You cannot stop. If you stop, you will remember. Remembering is a chain. Chains are heavy. You carry a chain. The castle stands ahead. It is old. Stone is black. Rain hits the stone. It hisses. You approach the gate. The gate is iron. It is rusted. You knock. No...
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