The Faded Portrait
The air in the High Chamber did not merely stagnate; it calcified, turning the very breath of the assembled nobles into a tangible, heavy dust that settled upon the velvet cushions and the polished oak of the high table, while Lord Alistair Thorne stood in the center of the room with his head bowed so low that his grey hair brushed the stone floor, his spine curved not in submission but in a...
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