The Faded Portrait

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The parchment was cold, but the candlelight was not, and that disparity was the first thing Elias noticed as he stood in the Chancellor’s antechamber. He had come for the writ. The debt was three hundred silver marks, a sum that had swallowed his wife’s dowry and his father’s land, and the prison gates were locked tight against the frost. The Chancellor, a man named Aldous whom Elias had once...

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