The Faded Portrait

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The rain does not stop. It has not stopped in three days. You stand in the center of the hall, and the stone is cold under your feet. The house is old. Older than the kingdom. The walls sweat. The air smells of wet wool and rot. You are alone. You are not supposed to be here. The gatekeeper said so. He looked at you with eyes like dead fish. He pointed to the road. You did not move. You are a...

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