The Faded Portrait

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The rain fell like a curse. It slicked the cobblestones of Harrow’s Gate. Elias walked. His boots sank. The mud clung. He carried a satchel. It was heavy. Inside, bread. And salt. And the vial. The vial held the essence. Not water. Not wine. Something older. Something that burned in the throat. The air tasted of iron. And rot. The town slept. Not in peace. In fear. The windows were dark....

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