The Faded Portrait

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The wind in the valley did not howl; it whispered, a low, continuous hum that vibrated in the marrow of Margaret’s bones, a sound that had been building since the first frost of October. She stood in the center of the long, low stone hall, her breath visible in the cold air, her hands clasped tightly around the hilt of a rusted iron key that was no longer meant for a door. The air was thick,...

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