The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-19 14:52:03 -

The rain fell upon the high table like a curtain of cold iron, blurring the stained glass windows of the Great Hall into weeping faces of saints who had long since forgotten the weight of their own crowns. Sir Julian Ashworth sat at the head of the long oak, his hands folded over a bowl of spiced honey and warm ale, the liquid trembling in his grip. The hall was thick with the smell of wet...

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