The Faded Portrait

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The iron key hung at my waist, a cold weight against the small of my back, a constant, metallic whisper that the world had not forgotten me. For three years, I had walked the cobblestone arteries of the city, a ghost in a woolen coat, my eyes fixed not on the bustling crowds of merchants and clerks, but on the shadows that pooled in the alleyways and the high, barred windows of the manors that...

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