The Faded Portrait
The jade talisman was cold in Aldric’s palm, a sliver of green stone cracked down the center, humming with a low, painful vibration that traveled up his wrist and settled in the marrow of his bones. It was the only thing in the silent courtyard of Oakhaven that made a sound; the birds, which had been screaming in the pine trees just moments before, had gone mute, their throats seemingly sealed...
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