The Faded Portrait

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The sky tore open above the ridge of Kettle Mountain, not with thunder, but with a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the precipice, his uniform soaked through with a rain that had no source in the clouds above. The water was black, viscous, and smelled of iron and old blood. It did not wash over him; it...

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