The Faded Photograph
The hall was a cavern of gold and shadow, a place where the air itself seemed to thicken with the weight of centuries, suspended in the amber glow of a thousand candle flames that danced like trapped souls against the high, vaulted ceilings of the Abbey of Saint Jude. We stood there, you and I, amidst the throng of nobles whose silk robes whispered against the stone floor like dry leaves in an...
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