The Faded Portrait

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The quill in your hand trembles, the nib catching on the vellum with a scratch that sounds too loud in the silence of the antechamber. You are Sir Alistair Thorne, forty-two, and you have spent the last three hours polishing the same sentence in your head, the one that will secure the deed to Thornwood Hall for your nephew, the one that will ask King Edward for the final subsidy to crush the...

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