The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-21 13:55:40 -

The fire took the roof at dawn. I watched it rise. Thick. Black. Silent. The oak beams groaned. Then broke. Dust filled my lungs. It tasted of ash and old blood. I stood in the courtyard. Alone. The smoke blinded me. It choked me. I could not move. My legs were lead. My mind was glass. "Get out," a voice said. Low. Rough. I turned. Thomas stood there. He held a sword. It was notched. Rusted. He...

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