The Faded Portrait

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The rain in the Blackwood Pass does not fall so much as it is exhaled by the sky, a cold, grey breath that soaks into the mud and the bone alike. You stand in the center of the clearing, your hand white-knuckled around the hilt of your sword, the metal biting into your palm until the pain is the only thing keeping you tethered to the world. Before you stands Lord Vane, his armor dented and...

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