The Faded Portrait

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You arrive at the gates of the Palace of Whispers on a morning so thick with fog that the world beyond the iron bars seems to have been erased from existence, leaving only the cold, wet stone beneath your boots and the heavy, suffocating weight of the leather satchel strapped across your chest. You are a minor clerk, a man whose name is spoken only in the ledgers of the lower archives, yet you...

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