The Faded Portrait

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The ink on the parchment was not black, but a deep, arterial red that had dried to the color of rust. I held the scroll in my hands, the weight of it negligible, yet it felt heavy as lead. It was a mandate from the High Court, signed by a magistrate whose name I had long since forgotten, but whose signature was a jagged scar across the page. It ordered the execution of a man named Elias Thorne....

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