The Faded Portrait

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The bone snapped with a sound like dry twigs breaking underfoot. Miles felt the pain bloom in his right arm, hot and immediate. He did not cry out. He was used to pain now. It was the only thing that felt real in the Gray. The mist curled around his ankles, cold and wet, smelling of wet wool and old iron. He looked at his brother. Thomas was standing ten feet away. His face was pale, drained of...

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