The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-18 06:51:58 -

The air in the Great Hall smelled of damp wool and old candle wax. You were kneeling on the cold stone floor, your knees aching, while Master Aldous stood before you, his shadow stretching long and thin against the whitewashed walls. The window above the door let in a square of grey afternoon light, illuminating the dust motes that danced in the stagnant air. You did not look up. You were...

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