The Faded Photograph

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The cold in the palace library was not merely a temperature but a weight, a dense, grey blanket that settled into the marrow of your bones and stayed there, refusing to be shaken out. You stood before the Great Hall’s towering windows, where the November rain in London lashed the stone facade in a relentless, silver drumming, and you pressed your palm against the glass, feeling the chill bite...

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