The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-21 12:12:49 -

The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a cold, grey mist that clung to the stone of the citadel and soaked into the very marrow of your bones, a persistent, wet chill that no amount of shivering could expel from your skin as you stood alone in the vast, echoing antechamber of the High Command, your hands clasped behind your back in a posture of rigid, practiced obedience that felt...

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