The Faded Portrait

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The city of Aethelgard does not sleep, but it breathes with the slow, rattling lung of an old man whose time has nearly run out, and you stand at the edge of its highest spire, watching the mist curl around the ancient stones like the fingers of a lover who knows the secret of your leaving. You are the last of the Whisperers, the ones who can hear the stones weeping, the ones who hold the...

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