The Faded Portrait
"You have breached the perimeter of the soul, Corporal," Sir Halloway whispered, his voice a dry rustle of parchment in the vacuum of the vault, where the air tasted of ozone and old blood. "And in doing so, you have invited the Abyss to sit at your table. Do you comprehend the weight of what you have witnessed? The geometry of the damned is not fixed; it shifts with the observer's guilt. You...
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