The Faded Portrait

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The king wept. Not for the war. Not for the dead. He wept for his hand. It trembled. The tremor was a bird caged in bone. It beat against the wrist. It would not be still. Elias stood before the throne. He was tall. He was thin. He wore the grey of ash. His face was a mask of stone. He looked at the King. The King looked at the hand. The hand shook. "Stop," the King said. His voice cracked. It...

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