The Faded Portrait

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The road to the Abbey was long. It was paved with stones that had seen centuries of feet. I walked it in silence. My boots were old. They were heavy. They were mine. I carried a satchel. Inside the satchel was a letter. The paper was thin. The ink was black. It was a threat. It was a promise. I knew the man who wrote it. I knew his voice. It sounded like the wind in the ruins. I arrived at the...

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