The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-20 05:20:22 -

The storm broke not with thunder, but with a silence so absolute it felt like a physical weight pressing against the glass of the atrium. I stood in the center of the Great Hall of the Conservatory, my hand resting on the hilt of the ceremonial sword I had been sworn to carry. It was not a weapon of war, in the traditional sense, but a symbol of the Order’s discipline, a shard of obsidian and...

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