The Faded Portrait

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The banquet in the grand hall of Blackwood Asylum was a farce of silence, a table set for ghosts where the silverware lay tarnished and the bread had gone to mold. You are twelve years old, Thomas Bradshaw, and you stand at the edge of the mahogany table, watching the dust motes dance in the shafts of grey light that pierce the high, stained-glass windows. Your hunger is not for the rotting...

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