The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-21 19:01:34 -

The rain hit the slate roof of the manor with a rhythm like knuckles rapping on a door. It was a cold, relentless sound. It filled the silence of the hall. Elias stood by the fireplace. He wore the tattered remnants of his uniform. The wool was stiff with old sweat and newer mud. He watched the flames. They licked the stone hearth. They did not care for his pain. They only consumed. The house...

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