The Faded Portrait

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The candlelight in the great hall of King Aldric did not illuminate the room so much as it carved it out of the dark, leaving the rest to shadow and speculation. I stood at the edge of the table, my fingers trembling not from cold, but from the weight of the debt that sat in my father’s grave. The year was 1342, and the feast was a spectacle of excess, a display of gold and wine that mocked the...

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