The Faded Portrait

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The count of coins in the iron chest was precise: forty sovereigns, each stamped with the face of a king long dead, their edges worn smooth by the thumb of Lord Vane’s steward. Elias Thorne did not touch them, for the gold was a promise of silence, a price for looking away, and he had spent twenty years in the mist-choked village of Oakhaven learning that looking away was the only way to...

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