The Faded Portrait

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The dream began with the smell of wet wool and the taste of copper on the tongue, a sensation so visceral that Wren could not immediately distinguish the waking world from the hallucination, though his body, heavy with the ache of miles walked, remained anchored to the cold, hard earth of the moor, where the wind whipped against his face with the persistent, indifferent fury of a thing that had...

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