The Faded Portrait

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The iron gate groaned, a sound like a dying beast, as Marcus dragged his feet across the cold, wet cobblestones of the city square. He was not walking so much as being propelled by a force that had long since replaced his own will, a current of bureaucratic exhaustion that flowed through the veins of the empire. In his left hand, wrapped in a cloth that had once been white but was now the color...

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