The Faded Portrait
Edmund. The name was spat from the throat of the gatekeeper, a man whose face was a map of old scars and new contempt, as if the syllables themselves were a curse he had been paid to deliver. Sir Edmund, a knight of the King’s Guard for twenty years, stood before the Iron Gate of Dunmore Keep, the year 1347 pressing down on him with the weight of a wet wool cloak. He clutched a small,...
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