The Faded Portrait

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The hall rang with the clatter of silver against pewter, a sharp, metallic percussion that cut through the thick air of smoke and roasting meat. Elias Thorne stood near the rear pillar, his back pressed against the rough-hewn oak, listening to the Duke’s laughter boom off the stone walls. He was forty years old, a scholar of modest means and considerable reputation, yet tonight he felt like a...

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