The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-20 22:09:26 -

You stand before the mirror in the great hall, the glass dark and wavy as a still pond. The candlelight catches the edge of your jaw, a hard line of bone and doubt. You are not what they say you are. You are not the monster. You are a man who loved, and the world has turned that love into a crime. The feast is over, or perhaps it never truly ended, only paused, suspended in the heavy air like...

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