The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-20 02:59:15 -

The gatehouse stood in the courtyard. It was stone. Cold stone. Elias stood before it. He held his key. The key was heavy. Iron. It bit into his palm. He looked at the door. Oak wood. Thick. Carved with symbols. Old symbols. He did not know their meaning. He had been there for three years. He had never asked. He turned the key. The mechanism groaned. Metal on metal. A sound of pain. The door...

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