The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-18 02:30:20 -

The fog clings to the stone. It has been there for centuries. It will be there when the sea takes the cliffs. You are standing in the hall. The air is cold. It smells of damp wool and old wood. You are a boy. You are young. Your heart beats fast. It is a drum. It is a bird. It is afraid. You do not know why you are here. You know only that you must go. The house is yours. The house is not...

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