The Faded Portrait

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The mist did not clear by morning. It thickened, turning the courtyard of the old stone manor into a gray ocean where the flagstones disappeared beneath a fog that tasted of iron and damp wool. Elias stood at the center of this void, his hand resting on the pommel of a sword that felt less like steel and more like a cold bone extending from his own wrist. He was a warrior, though the word felt...

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