The Faded Portrait

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The dream is always the same: a room of white stone, the air thick as syrup, and a voice that is not a voice but a vibration in the teeth, whispering the date of your death. You wake with your mouth full of the taste of copper and old honey. It is the third night in a row. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, the Royal Physician of Aethelgard, and you have not slept in three days. The...

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