The Faded Photograph

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The iron gate of the citadel was not merely a barrier; it was a threshold of judgment, its rusted hinges groaning with the weight of centuries of silence and the accumulated dust of forgotten oaths. Thomas Bradshaw stood before it, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that felt less like a weapon and more like a burden of lead, the cold metal seeping into his palm with a familiarity that had...

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