The Faded Portrait

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The candle in Elias Thorne’s hand sputtered, casting a jagged, trembling shadow across the tapestries of the great hall. He did not look at the wine, which was red as old blood, nor at the roasted boar turning on its spit, nor at the hundreds of faces turning toward him in expectation. His eyes were fixed on the small, framed portrait tucked into the breast pocket of his leather doublet, a...

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