The Faded Portrait

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The iron gates of the Grand Hotel des Cimes groaned open with a sound like a dying man’s breath, admitting you into the suffocating, gold-leafed corridor that smelled of stale lavender, polished mahogany, and the distinct, metallic tang of impending judgment. You stood there, your hands trembling not from the biting December cold that had seeped into your bones during the long, grey journey...

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