The Faded Portrait

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The letter lay on the oak desk, its seal broken, the ink still wet as blood. You picked it up, the parchment rough against your fingertips, feeling the weight of the words that had not yet been spoken. It was a summons. Not for you, but for your shadow. The High Inquisitor, a man whose name was a whisper of dread in the corridors of the Citadel, had requested your presence. He wanted to see the...

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