The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-17 11:29:58 -

You wake up in the mud, your left hand missing, the stump a jagged white spike of bone and sinew that throbs in time with your own failing heart. The air is thick, tasting of iron and wet ash, and the sky above you is not the sky but a swirling vortex of pale, sickly light that pulses like a living thing, a second sun that has lost its mind. You are in the Court of the Hollow King, a place that...

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