The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-17 21:35:07 -

The fire eats the bridge. You watch the timber curl and blacken, the ancient oak groaning as it surrenders to the heat. The smell is sweet, cloying, thick with resin and ash. It smells of death, but also of change. You stand on the far bank, the mud sucking at your boots, the river rushing beneath you, cold and indifferent. This is the end of the campaign. This is the moment the war breaks your...

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