The Faded Portrait

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Act I "You’re bleeding on the ledger, Struan." The words hung in the damp air of the citadel, sharp and cold. Struan Paisley looked down. His hand, wrapped in a rag, wept a dark, rusty line across the parchment. He was a captain of the Iron Guard, thirty-two years old, and he was shaking. The fog was not weather. It was a living thing, seeping through the stone walls of Aethelgard, feeding on...

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