The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-18 08:58:02 -

The mist swallowed the road. It was thick. Cold. It tasted of iron and rot. I walked. My boots sank deep. The mud clung to my shins. I could not see the sun. The sky was a gray sheet. I was alone. Or so I thought. My name is Silas. I am a clerk. I count grain. I sign ledgers. I do not fight. I do not pray. I just walk. The mist pulled at my cloak. It wanted to take me. I pulled back. I held my...

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