The Faded Portrait

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The candlelight at the feast of St. Jude flickered with a sickly, jaundiced tremor, casting long, wavering shadows that danced across the rough-hewn stone walls of the keep, where the black, viscous sap wept in slow, glistening rivulets from the mortar joints like the tears of a grieving giant. I sat at the head of the long oak table, my hands resting on the cold wood, feeling the vibration of...

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