The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-20 09:25:49 -

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a persistent, grey mist that clung to the wool of Elara’s cloak and seeped into the bones of her carriage. She sat rigidly, her hands folded in her lap, the knuckles white against the dark fabric. Across from her, in the narrow space that served as a parlor for this journey, sat her brother, Julian. He was younger, perhaps twenty, with a face that...

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