The Faded Portrait

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The iron of the great hall smelled of cold ash and old blood, a scent that had long since seeped into the very stone of our keep, becoming part of the architecture, inextricable from the mortar and the heavy oak beams that groaned under the weight of centuries. I stood by the hearth, where the fire had died to a bed of grey embers, watching the dust motes dance in the shafts of pale,...

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