The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-20 09:40:24 -

The red sash is still knotted tight around your waist, a strip of crimson that has not bled into the wool of your tunic, and as you stand on the precipice of the high terrace, the wind pulls at the hem of your cloak with a ferocity that feels less like air and more like a hand, a cold, unseen grip trying to peel you away from the only thing that remains solid in this dissolving world. You look...

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