The Faded Portrait

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The rain hit the cobblestones like a thousand small hammers. Elara ran. Her boots were soaked. The mud sucked at her heels. She carried the sash. It was red. It was heavy. It was the only thing she owned that mattered. The crowd behind her was loud. They shouted. They spat. They called her witch. They called her thief. They called her liar. The words were sharp. The words were cold. They cut...

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