The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-18 05:35:06 -

The rain stopped. Silence fell. It was heavy. It pressed against the roof of the wagon. It pressed against the skin of the men. They sat in the mud. The mud was cold. It smelled of iron. It smelled of old blood. Elias sat on a stump. He held his sword. The hilt was worn smooth. The leather grip was black. It was the only thing he owned. The rest was gone. The camp was quiet. No one moved. No...

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