The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-20 20:38:06 -

The iron taste of blood is the first thing you notice, sharper than the heat of the blade, sharper than the screaming of the wind that tears through the hollows of the old world. You are on your knees in the mud, the earth cold and wet against your shins, and the spear in your hand feels heavy, dead, a thing of wood and metal that no longer belongs to you. Across the clearing, Thomas stands...

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