The Faded Portrait

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The rain slicked the cobblestones of Oakhaven, turning the market into a mirror of broken neon and mud. "It’s a curse, boy," the Guild Master said, his voice dry as old paper. He did not look at Elian. He looked at the withered stalk in the boy’s hand, a foxglove that pulsed with a faint, sickly green light. "We don’t buy rot. We don’t buy lies. And we certainly don’t buy your accent." Elian...

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