The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-19 09:51:43 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, suspended mist that turned the heath into a bruised expanse of mud and silence. Elara moved through it not with the frantic energy of a runner, but with the heavy, inevitable drift of a leaf caught in a slow current. In her left hand, she carried the iron-bound chest, its weight a familiar, crushing anchor against her hip. In her...

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