The Faded Portrait
The heavy oak doors of the Great Hall at Aldencrest closed behind Sir Julian Vane with a sound like a coffin lid settling into place, sealing him within the breathless, incense-thickened air of the court, where the shadows stretched long and thin across the marble floor like the fingers of forgotten ghosts. He stood alone in the center of the vast chamber, his back rigid against the cold stone,...
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