The Faded Portrait

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"Did you feel it?" I did not answer. I stood at the edge of the gray water. It was not water. It was a sea of ash that moved like oil. The surface was black. It rippled. It breathed. "Look at your hands, Thomas." I looked. My fingers were stained. The color was deep red. It was old blood. It was fresh blood. I could not tell. The distinction had lost meaning here. In the Hall of Records, time...

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