The Faded Portrait

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The iron gate of the keep had not opened in three centuries, yet it groaned under the weight of Sir Thomas’s hands, a sound like a bone snapping in a silent room. He stood before the threshold, his armor dented and stained with the red dust of the valley below, his breath coming in ragged, shallow hitches that fogged the air before his visor. Behind him, the shadows of the forest pressed close,...

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