The Faded Portrait

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The salt air of the harbor town of Oakhaven tasted of iron and old prayers, a brine that clung to the tongue like a curse. Silas Thorne sat in the shadow of his cell, the stone walls weeping with the dampness of the deep earth, and he held the loaf of bread in his hands as if it were a holy relic, or perhaps a grenade waiting to detonate. It was a simple thing, dark as the soil from which the...

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