The Faded Portrait

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The hammer in your hand feels heavier than it did a week ago, the iron head slick with condensation from the cold that seeps through the wool of your gloves. You are Elias, thirty-two, and the northern gate of Blackwood estate is the only thing standing between the endless, mist-choked forest and the east wing where your sister, Clara, sleeps. It is the eve of the winter solstice, and the air...

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