The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-18 20:39:44 -

The soup was cold. It sat in the clay bowl, a grey sludge of turnip and bone, untouched for three days. Thomas Ashworth looked at it. He did not eat. He was a man of the road, a carrier of medicines and tinctures, but his stomach had turned against all sustenance. The city of Oakhaven was not a city. It was a beast of stone and mud, breathing fog and fear. "You look like a ghost, Thomas," said...

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