The Faded Portrait

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the old citadel into a slick, reflective mirror that distorted the towering spires above. I walked with the heavy, deliberate pace of a man who knows that his legs are the only instruments he has left to play, the sound of my boots a dull, rhythmic thud against the wet stone that seemed to echo in the hollows of my own chest....

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