The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-20 06:04:33 -

The storm had been breaking against the windows of the manor for three days, a relentless, white-noise assault that seemed to vibrate in the very marrow of my bones, turning the air inside into something thick and unbreathable, heavy with the scent of wet stone and the copper tang of old blood, until I could no longer distinguish the rhythm of the wind from the frantic, arrhythmic thumping of...

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