The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-18 06:29:00 -

You wake in the dark. The scent is old dust and iron. You are in a cell. Stone. Cold. The door is barred. A light falls through the grate. Dust motes dance. They are silent. They are alive. You are not alone. A voice. Raspy. Close. "You are the Keeper." You do not know him. He sits in the shadows. His face is a ruin. Scars map his skin. Like dry riverbeds. "I am Cael," he says. "I knew you."...

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