The Faded Portrait

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The chisel bit into the shale with a sound like a knuckle cracking, and you pulled it free, wiping the gray dust from your thumb. Your joints ached, a deep, grinding ache that had nothing to do with the cold wind tearing across the Ashen Wastes and everything to do with the fact that you were forty years old and felt eighty. The light here was wrong; it hung in the air, thick and yellow,...

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