The Faded Portrait

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The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a thick, gray curtain that erased the horizon and turned the world into a blur of wet slate and dying moss. Elias Vane walked the Path of Whispers, his boots sinking into the mud that seemed to breathe beneath his weight. He was a man of few words, a seeker of truths in a kingdom where truth was a currency spent too freely and hoarded too tightly....

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