The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-19 01:07:57 -

The banquet hall of the Ironworks was a cavern of smoke and steam, where the air tasted of copper and burnt oil. At the long table of polished mahogany sat Arthur Penhaligon, the city’s foremost refiner of alchemical salts, his hands still stained with the iridescent residue of his latest batch. He was a man of precise movements, a craftsman whose livelihood depended on the purity of his...

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