The Faded Portrait

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The rain in the valley did not wash; it stained. It seeped into the wool of Edward’s cloak and settled into the bone, a cold that had been there for three days, ever since he had stepped off the wagon and into the mud of the old road. He was not a man who liked roads. He preferred the silence of the cellar where the bread was made, the rhythmic pounding of the dough that sounded like a slow,...

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