The Faded Portrait

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The feast at the Hall of St. Jude was not a celebration of joy, but of endurance. The long tables were groaning under the weight of roasted boar, honeyed cakes, and barrels of ale that smelled of the damp earth from which they were drawn. Thomas Bradshaw sat at the far end, near the hearth where the firelight flickered against the stone walls like a restless spirit. He was a man of few words,...

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