The Faded Portrait

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The rain did not fall so much as it descended in a grey, relentless curtain, erasing the boundary between the moor and the sky, and within that damp, suffocating void, Sir Julian Thorne stood upon the threshold of the ancestral hall, his hand resting upon the iron-banded oak door that groaned in the wind, feeling the familiar, terrifying weight of the stone beneath his feet as he recalled the...

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