The Faded Portrait

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The tower did not fall so much as it exhaled, a long, shuddering groan of timber and stone that turned the sky into a bruise of purple and black. I was standing on the northern ridge when the watchtower, the very spine of our border defense, crumbled into the mist, taking with it the life of my brother-in-law, Thomas, and the last of the Crown’s patience with my household. The dust settled into...

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