The Faded Portrait

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The boy stood in the dark. The air tasted of rust and old dust. He held the object tight. It was cold. It was heavy. It was wrong. His name was Elias. He was twelve. He lived in the keep. The keep was stone. The stone was grey. The stone was cold. Above him, the shadow loomed. It was not a shadow. It was a man. The man wore silk. The silk was black. The man smiled. The smile was thin. The smile...

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