The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-19 20:08:13 -

The sky broke open. Not with rain, but with a tear in the fabric of the air. A jagged, screaming wound of violet light that split the horizon in two. You stood in the courtyard of the Ashworth manor, the cobblestones slick with a mist that smelled of ozone and old iron. The war had come not as an army, but as a silence that swallowed sound. Then the light hit. It did not burn. It peeled. You...

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