The Faded Portrait
The rain fell upon the heath with a persistent, rhythmic patience, blurring the horizon until the world seemed to dissolve into a single, weeping grey. Elara walked with a gait that defied the mud clinging to her boots, her breath pluming in the cold air like the last gasp of a dying candle. She was not walking toward a destination, but away from a past that had calcified around her bones,...
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