The Faded Portrait

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You are late. The King’s scribe does not keep the court waiting, nor does he tarry at the gate when the smoke turns the sky the color of a bruised plum. I am Cael, thirty-two years old, and I am running. The Iron Host has breached the outer wall, the sound of it a dull, rhythmic thud that vibrates in my teeth, and I have hidden Elara’s silver circlet in the inner pocket of my tunic. It is a...

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