The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-20 11:57:08 -

The storm did not break over the valley; it fell into it, a solid wall of grey rain and biting wind that turned the world outside the heavy oak doors of Ashworth Hall into a howling, liquid void. I stood at the threshold of the kitchen, my hand still resting on the cold iron of the sword belt that had served me for twenty years, watching my younger brother, Thomas, drag the last of the salt...

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