The Faded Photograph
The candlelight in the Great Hall of Ashworth Manor did not flicker, for there was no wind to disturb the air, only the heavy, suffocating weight of a hundred eyes fixed upon the young man who stood at the center of the stone floor, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, overwhelming force of the expectation that pressed down upon him like a physical substance, a thick,...
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