The Faded Photograph

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The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a fine, persistent mist that clung to the stone walls of the Citadel like a shroud. It was the kind of weather that erased the sharp edges of the world, softening the iron gates and the ancient oaks that ringed the courtyard until they became mere suggestions of what had once been rigid and alive. Inside the great hall, the air was thick with the...

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