The Faded Portrait

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The orchard was dying. Not quickly. Not with a scream or a sudden break of bone. It died in the slow, rotting silence of a thing forgotten. Elias stood at the gate. His boots sank into the mud. The mud was black. It sucked at his heels. He pulled free. He stepped forward. The trees were bare. Branches like cracked knuckles against the grey sky. No leaves. No fruit. Just wood. Dry wood. Dead...

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