The Faded Portrait

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The air in the Hall of Echoes tasted of copper and old dust. You stand at the bottom of the stairs. Your boots are caked in mud that has not dried in years. It is a thick, dark sludge that binds your feet to the stone. Above you, the chandelier hangs like a frozen burst of light, its crystals dull and weeping with grime. You are a soldier. You are also a brother. The distinction has blurred...

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