The Faded Portrait

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The snow would take the road before dawn, Thomas said, his voice rough with the dryness of the heath air. He stood by the dying fire, the parchment sealed with the Duke’s wax tucked against his ribs like a second heart, and watched the shadows lengthen toward the treeline. Kael, the young soldier, did not answer; he was too busy sharpening a knife that had no edge left to give, the whetstone...

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