The Faded Portrait

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The wind off the moor does not howl here; it whispers, a dry, rasping sound like old parchment being unfolded in a cold room. You stand at the edge of the village, where the cobblestones give way to the rough, unyielding turf of the heath. Your boots, caked in the red clay of the southern marches, ache with a dull, rhythmic throb that mirrors the beating of your own heart. You are leaving. The...

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