The Faded Portrait

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The blade was cold, heavier than iron, and it hummed against your palm like a tuning fork struck in a vacuum. You did not look at it. You looked at Thorne, who stood behind the desk of the High Archivist, his hands folded neatly over a stack of parchments that smelled of dust and dried blood. "Captain Vane," Thorne said. His voice was soft, the voice of a man who had long since stopped...

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