The Faded Portrait

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The air in the Great Hall smelled of roasted pork and stale ambition. It was a thick, cloying scent that clung to the velvet upholstery, a physical weight pressing against the lungs of those who had gathered for the annual Gala of the Ashworth Foundation. The hall was a cavern of chandeliers, their crystal pendants refracting the warm amber light into a thousand fractured stars that danced...

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