The Faded Portrait

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The rain slicked the cobblestones of the Blackfriars Bridge until they shone like wet obsidian. Thomas Ashworth walked fast. His boots slapped the stone. He carried a leather satchel. Inside, a shard of glass. A mirror fragment. Small enough to fit in a fist. Heavy enough to crush bone. He was a knight. Or he had been. Now he was a wanderer in a coat that smelled of stale tobacco and iron. The...

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