The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-20 13:00:50 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey weeping that turned the cobblestones of the old city into a slick, mirror-like expanse where the gaslights flickered and died, leaving you to navigate the narrow, winding streets by the feel of the wet stone under your boots and the distant, hollow toll of the cathedral bells which marked time not for the living, but for the memory of...

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