The Faded Portrait

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The carriage wheels groaned against the cobblestones of the valley floor, a rhythmic, metallic complaint that seemed to echo the grinding of Aldous Thorne’s own conscience. He sat rigid in the corner, his hands clasped so tightly that the knuckles had turned the color of old bone, staring out at the mist that clung to the peaks of the Northern Range like a shroud. The air inside the carriage...

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