The Faded Portrait

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The feast was loud. It roared in the great hall of the manor, a wall of sound built from clinking glass and the heavy thud of timber tables. I stood in the corner, my hands clasped behind my back. The leather of my apron had stiffened with sweat and old grease. I was a tanner in this town. I cured hides. I scraped the hair from the raw pelts until my fingers were raw and red. But that night, I...

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