The Faded Portrait

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The letter lay on the kitchen table, the wax seal cracked and cold, the ink faded to the color of dried blood. It was a notice from the Guild of Alchemists, informing the household that the annual tithe of medicinal distillates was due by the turn of the moon, a sum that would strip the manor’s coffers bare and leave no funds for the specialized tonics Margaret’s lungs required to keep her...

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