The Faded Portrait

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The air in Oakhaven has always tasted of rotting apples and old stone, a flavor that clings to the back of the throat and settles in the lungs like sediment. I am Elias, forty-two years old, a constable of this ancient town, and my hands are beginning to tremble in a way that frightens me more than any thief or rogue I have ever pursued. The tremor is the first sign of the age that will soon...

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