The Faded Portrait

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The chisel bit into the stone, sending a spray of grey dust across your fingers. You held the tool tight, the wood handle slick with sweat and old grease. The wall of the keep was cold, a slab of ancient granite that seemed to breathe in the dark. You were Elias Thorne, Warden of Oakhaven, and you had come here to read the words that would make you High Warden. The ink was fading, a slow...

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