The Faded Photograph

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The hall was a cavern of stone and smoke, the air thick with the scent of roasted boar, beeswax, and the sharp, metallic tang of old blood. Torches hissed in their iron sconces, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to writhe against the vaulted ceiling. It was the Feast of the White Horse, a tradition older than the village itself, where the Guild of Archivists gathered to seal the year’s...

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