The Faded Portrait

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Thorne, you are late for the watch. The voice cut through the thin air of the perimeter wall, sharp and authoritative, belonging to a man who had not raised his voice in twenty years of service. You stopped walking, your boots crunching against the frozen gravel that bordered the Winter Palace grounds. The smell hit you first, a pungent mix of coal smoke, wet wool, and the metallic tang of old...

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