The Faded Portrait

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The wind did not merely blow; it tore at the hem of Alder’s tattered cloak, a physical assault that matched the internal screaming of his hunger, a gnawing beast that had long since ceased to be a sensation and had become the very substance of his bones. He stood amidst the churning mud of the Blackfen, a vast and desolate expanse of bog and bramble that stretched out like a bruised wound upon...

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