The Faded Portrait

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The bells did not ring. They screamed. A shriek of iron tearing through the damp air of the city, a sound that felt like a blade against the skin. Thomas stood on the bridge. He held the spear. It was not a weapon. It was a bone. A long, white thing, slick with rain and something else. Something dark. The crowd gathered. They did not shout. They watched. Their eyes were wet. Their hands were...

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