The Faded Portrait

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The ink in the pot had turned the color of dried blood, a thick, viscous sludge that resisted the nib of Elias’s quill with a stubbornness that mirrored the debt weighing upon his soul. It was the fourteenth of November, in the year of our Lord 1422, and the city of Oakhaven lay under a sky so low and grey it seemed to press the stone roofs flat against the earth. Elias Thorne, a scribe of no...

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