The Faded Portrait

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The damp of Blackwood Keep did not smell of mold, but of old ash. You are Elias, twelve years old, standing alone in the great hall while the winter wind screams against the stone windows. Your master, Lord Thorne, is dead. Or rather, he is mostly dead. You remember the morning he coughed up a handful of grey dust, his voice a dry rattle in his throat. He had told you to stay away from the...

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