The Faded Portrait

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The blade caught the light. It was a thin, pale glint. Like a vein under skin. I did not see the man. I saw the steel. The steel cut. My left shoulder screamed. Hot. Wet. The world tilted. I fell. The ground was cold. Mossy. Ancient. I tried to rise. My legs refused. The pain was a white wall. I could not climb it. The attacker was gone. Or perhaps he had never been there. Only the cut...

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