The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-20 05:58:28 -

The bell rang. It did not chime. It screamed. I dropped my quill. Ink splattered across the parchment, a black stain blooming like a bruise. I did not look at it. I looked at the door. The door burst open. Dust poured in with the wind. "Clear the hall," I said. My voice was steady. It had to be. Brother Thomas stood in the doorway. His robe was torn. His face was white. He held his side. Blood...

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