The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-19 17:13:33 -

The bread was stale. It had been for three days, yet it did not crumble. It held its shape with a stubbornness that bordered on the supernatural. Aldric picked it up. The crust was dark, almost black, and smelled of iron and old blood. He did not eat. He could not. His stomach was a tight knot of fear and hunger. "You eat it," said the Voice. The Voice did not come from the room. It came from...

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