The Faded Portrait

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The rain fell in sheets, a gray curtain that erased the horizon and turned the world into a soup of mud and iron. I stood in the center of the courtyard, my boots sinking into the slurry, feeling the cold seep through the leather and bite into my bones. The air tasted of ozone and old blood. To my left, the gatekeeper, a man with a face like a crumpled map of scars, watched me with eyes that...

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