The Faded Portrait
The rain fell upon the mossy stones of the highland pass in a relentless, gray curtain, blurring the line between the earth and the sky until the world felt less like a place one could inhabit and more like a memory dissolving in the mind of a god who had forgotten how to hold his breath, and I walked through that dissolving world with the weight of my steel on my back and the weight of my...
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