The Faded Portrait

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Chapter One "Can you hold the pulse?" Hiwot Mrisho asked, his voice flat against the tick of the gas meter in the corner of the office. The High Minister did not look up from the royal ledger. The room smelled of wet wool and old paper, the damp of the highlands seeping through the stone walls despite the fire. Hiwot held out his hand, where the ink-stamp sat, its edges worn smooth by...

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