The Faded Portrait

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The cold bit into your knuckles. You wrapped your hands tighter around the hilt. The iron was slick with frost. Your friend, Elias, stood behind you. His breath plumed in the grey air. He did not speak. He never spoke when the silence was heavy. You were far from home. The road stretched out before you, white and endless. It was a journey of miles and years. You had crossed the ocean on a ship...

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