The Faded Portrait
The storm broke over the valley not with a roar but with a silence so heavy it pressed the breath out of the lungs of the men who stood in the mud of the central square. Rain lashed the cobblestones in sheets, turning the ancient stones into slick, treacherous mirrors that reflected the jagged flash of lightning splitting the sky. In the center of this deluge stood Captain Elias Thorne, his...
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