The Faded Portrait

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The sky split open with a sound like tearing silk. It was not thunder, though it shook the cobblestones beneath their boots. It was the sound of the world’s crust giving way to something older, something hungry. Marcus stood at the edge of the precipice, his fingers trembling as he clutched the leather satchel to his chest. Inside lay the vial. It glowed with a sickly, amber light, pulsing in...

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