The Faded Portrait

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The rain on the castle windows was a dull, rhythmic tapping, a sound that had become so familiar to me over the last three weeks that it felt less like weather and more like the breathing of the stone itself, a heavy, wet exhalation that I could feel in my teeth. I sat at the edge of the great oak table, my hands wrapped around a cup of tea that had gone cold an hour ago, watching the steam...

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