The Faded Portrait

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The blade of the executioner’s sword caught the grey light filtering through the high, arched windows of the fortress courtyard, a thin, cold line of steel that seemed to vibrate with a frequency only Elias Thorne could hear, his gaunt hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, exhausting weight of the forty-five years he had carried in his bones, the rain-slicked stone beneath his boots...

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