The Faded Portrait

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The banquet hall of King Aethelred’s summer palace smelled of roasted swan and stale wine. It was a heavy, cloying scent that stuck to the tongue. The candles burned low in the stone holders. Shadows danced on the high vaulted ceilings. They were not the shadows of men. They were the shadows of ghosts. Elias sat at the edge of the long table. He was a man of cloth. A tailor by trade, though his...

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