The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-18 22:00:01 -

The fog rolled in from the harbor like a living thing. It tasted of iron and rot. Captain Elias Thorne stood on the dock, his boots sinking into the wet mud. The ship was gone. The smoke was gone. Only the smell remained. He was alone. The town of Ashford was a graveyard of brick and soot. The factories had stopped screaming days ago. The silence was worse. It pressed against his eardrums. He...

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