The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-21 17:58:42 -

The mist did not merely obscure the valley; it consumed it, a thick, wet wool that strangled the light and turned the ancient stones into the vague, bruised shapes of sleeping giants. Sir Eamon sat alone on the high ridge, the cold seeping through the leather of his tunic, a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with the hollowing of his own chest. He was a man...

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