The Faded Portrait

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The hall of St. Jude’s Abbey blazed with a light that seemed to burn the air itself, a fierce, golden heat that made the stone walls sweat with condensation. It was the Feast of All Saints, and the air was thick with the scent of roasted boar, spiced wine, and the heavy, cloying perfume of lilies that lined the long oak table. At the head of the table sat Abbot Clement, his face a mask of...

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