The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-18 01:33:32 -

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pork and wet wool. It smelled of the earth after a long rain. Thomas stood in the corner, holding a cup of ale that had gone warm in his hand. He was a scholar of the old ways, a man who read the stars and the sickness of the soil. But here, in the village of Oakhaven, he was just another guest at the harvest feast. The fire crackled. The shadows danced....

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