The Faded Portrait

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Gaspard Hubert, thirty-four years old and constable of the Third Watch, was polishing the brass fittings of the banquet table when the silence from the dais began to weigh on him like wet wool. He stood at eighty-four of Stonecutter Alley, though here in the shadow of the dead volcano, the address meant little more than a line in a ledger of debts owed to the Council. The air in the hall was...

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