The Faded Portrait

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The axe bit deep. Blood ran hot. It was thick and dark. Not red. Dark. Like old wine. Or rust. Commander Silas Vance stood in the center of the courtyard. His hands shook. Not from fear. From cold. Or rage. It was hard to tell anymore. The stone floor was wet. Slipping. He watched the liquid spread. It pooled around his boots. Black and slick. He had killed the King. No. He had killed the...

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