The Faded Portrait

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The morning mist in the valley of Aethelgard did not lift so much as it dissolved, thinning into a pale, ethereal haze that clung to the roots of the ancient oaks. Elara stood at the edge of the clearing, her fingers wrapped tightly around the hilt of a sword that felt less like a weapon and more like a cold, living extension of her own spine. She was not a warrior by trade, nor by birth, but...

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