The Faded Portrait

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I woke with the taste of iron and ash on my tongue, the dream of the Whisperer’s face still pressed against the back of my eyelids, a smear of soot and sorrow that refused to dissolve in the grey light of my bedroom in Oakhaven. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, a constable with twelve years of service and a pension that is slipping through my fingers like wet sand, and I want to catch...

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