The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-18 10:34:54 -

The sword broke against stone. It was not a clean snap. It was a groan of twisted steel, a shriek that tore through the silence of the courtyard. Thomas stood in the dust. He held the hilt. The blade was gone. His hands trembled. Not from fear. From the cold. The air in the keep was thick with the smell of wet wool and old fear. He looked at his fingers. They were stained with blood. Not his....

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