The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-17 21:28:08 -

The fire in the great hall of Blackwood Keep did not roar so much as it whispered, a low, hungry susurration that seemed to lick at the very marrow of your bones, and you sat there in the shadow of the high throne, your hands bound in chains of cold iron that bit into your wrists, watching the King raise his goblet of wine to his lips while the courtiers around you smiled with faces that looked...

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