The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-21 12:43:30 -

The rain against the windowpane of the manor house was not a sound but a weight, a thick, grey curtain that pressed the night against the glass and kept the world outside in a state of suspended, wet agony. You stood in the center of the hallway, your hands still slick with the cold sweat of the confrontation that had just ended, your breath coming in short, ragged hitches that tasted of copper...

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