The Faded Portrait
The furnace roars, a beast of orange and black, breathing heat that dries the sweat on your forehead before it can fall. You are Elias, forty-two, and your hands are stained with the dust of a hundred broken dreams. The chalice sits on the iron stand, a fragile star suspended in the amber glow. It is the "Sunken Star," commissioned by Duke Aldric for the solstice ball, a piece that could save...
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