The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-18 03:32:19 -

The great hall of Blackwood Manor smelled of roasted venison, beeswax, and the metallic tang of old blood that seemed to seep up from the stone floor itself, a scent that clung to the velvet of Sir Julian’s doublet like a persistent, unwelcome guest. He stood near the massive hearth, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, not out of necessity, but as a familiar anchor against the dizziness...

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