The Faded Portrait

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The dream was always the same. A golden apple, skin taut and glowing, resting on a bed of cold stone. Aldric bit into it. The flesh was sweet, but the juice tasted of iron and ash. He woke with his mouth full of blood and the taste of rust clinging to his tongue. The mist outside the window of his cell was thick, a grey shroud that swallowed the estate of Blackwood whole. He looked at his...

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