The Faded Portrait

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The wax seal on the parchment was still warm, softening under my thumb as I pressed the sigil of the Lord into the red wax. It was a heavy, clumsy seal, stamped with the image of a stag, and the heat of it seeped through my skin, a small, painful reminder that I was the hand that delivered the blow. I signed my name, Edward Ashworth, Warden of the North Gate, in the bottom right corner, my ink...

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