The Faded Portrait
Chapter One Nora Costello’s hands were black with ink, the nib of her brush trembling as she copied the granary ledger, the meltwater rising in the cellar below threatening to rot the paper. She had been a palace translator for three years, a wage of two ryō a month, enough to keep the boat dry but not enough to save Kael. The wasting curse had taken his voice first, then his strength, leaving...
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