The Faded Portrait

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The cell door opened with a groan of rusted iron, and the heavy air of the dungeon rushed out to meet the morning light. You stood in the corridor, your back straight, your head bowed, as the warden’s shadow stretched long and thin across the flagstones. He did not look at you. He never did. To him, you were merely a number, a stain on the ledger of the realm, a thing to be counted and...

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