The Faded Portrait

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The wine was red as a fresh wound, pooling in the crystal goblets that lined the long table of the Great Hall. You sat at the far end, the seat of honor for the Royal Weaver, though your hands trembled so violently you could barely hold the stem. Lord Vane sat across from you, his smile a thin, white line that did not reach his eyes. He raised his glass, the sound of the clink sharp as a bone...

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