The Faded Portrait

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The object in Sir Aldric’s hands was a small, cold square of glass, no larger than a playing card, its surface clouded with a haze that seemed to move when he blinked. He held it up to the grey light of the dawn, his fingers trembling not from the chill of the morning air, but from the weight of the thing itself. The glass was part of a larger frame, a relic known as the Faded Portrait, which...

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