The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-20 10:34:08 -

The dream was not a dream of peace, but a siege of silence, a vast and echoing chamber where the air tasted of copper and old dust, and I stood at the center of it, my hands trembling so violently that the bones within them seemed to grind against one another like the teeth of a rusted gear, while before me, upon a pedestal of black marble that stretched up into a darkness so absolute it...

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