The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-18 11:30:45 -

The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell in a steady, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into slick, black mirrors. Elias stood on the threshold of the keep, his hand resting on the cold iron of the portcullis. He was leaving. The weight of the ledger in his satchel was heavy, a dense block of accounting figures that smelled of ink and old paper. He was a clerk. A man...

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