The Faded Portrait

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The stone was not cold, Elias thought, but it was heavy, a weight that pressed against the back of his skull even in the waking hours, a dull ache that sat behind his teeth like a stone in a shoe. He had seen the abbey again, the way he always did, its walls weeping a grey slurry that smelled of wet chalk and old blood, the archways collapsing into themselves with a slow, grinding patience that...

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