The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-20 02:53:51 -

The hall smelled of roasted boar and old wine. Torches hissed against damp stone walls. Shadows danced, alive and hungry. Cael stood by the hearth. He held his sword tight. The steel was cold. His hands shook. Not from fear. From memory. Lord Valerius raised a goblet. “To the King,” he shouted. Voices roared back. “To the King!” Cael did not drink. He watched the fire. Sparks rose. They died in...

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