The Faded Portrait

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of gray water that turned the world outside the window of the great hall into a smear of mud and stone, while inside, the air was thick with the scent of roasted wild boar, beeswax, and the heavy, cloying sweetness of fermented apples that had been kept too long in the dark cellar below. I stood at the edge of the feast, my hands...

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