The Faded Portrait

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The mud is deep. It sucks at your boots. You feel the pull, a heavy, wet weight dragging you down into the earth. You fight it. You kick. The ground offers no purchase. Only resistance. You are in the courtyard of the Ashworth estate. The iron gates are twisted metal. You remember the sound of the hinges screaming. You remember the heat of the gun in your hand. You do not remember why you...

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