The Faded Portrait

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Act I The kilns in the lower quarter roared with a dry, rasping breath that swallowed the morning noise, turning the air into a thick grey slurry that coated the teeth and tongue with the taste of ash and wet clay. It was the season of the double tide, when the valley floor flooded twice a day, drowning the rice paddies in water so cold it numbed the ankles of anyone wading through the mud to...

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