The Faded Portrait

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The wool is pilling, a grey fuzz that gathers on the shoulders like static electricity in a dry room, and you run your thumb over the roughness, feeling the fibers lift and catch under the skin, a tactile reminder of how much wear the fabric has absorbed. You are standing in the center of the Hall of Tides, a vast, cavernous space that does not exist on any map of the known world, where the air...

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