The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-18 13:47:09 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey veil that smothered the moor. I walked beneath it, my boots sinking into the wet peat, the weight of the sword on my back a familiar, cold anchor. My name is Elias. I am a warden of the Old Law, a keeper of the silence that binds this house to the earth. For three years, I have held the shard. It is a piece of black glass, jagged as a broken...

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