The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-18 03:30:37 -

The hall was suffocatingly warm, thick with the scent of stale perfume and the metallic tang of fear, and you stood in the center of it all, a detective whose coat was pressed tight against your chest, feeling the fabric weave itself into your skin until there was no line left between the wool and your flesh. It was the annual gala for the preservation of the old estates, a night where the...

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