The Faded Photograph

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The bell tolled. Not once. Twice. Three times. The sound was a physical weight, pressing down on the slate roof of the manor. It did not ring. It thudded. Like a heart stopping in a chest that had long since forgotten the rhythm of life. Elias stood in the center of the Great Hall. He was small. A craftsman’s build. Thin wrists. Knuckles white from gripping the hilt of a sword that did not...

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