The Faded Portrait

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The morning fog clings to the cobblestones of Harrowgate like a wet shroud, dampening the breath of every stone and timber beam in the town’s ancient heart. You walk with the heavy, deliberate pace of a man who has spent too long listening to silence, your boots sinking into the silt that gathers beneath the archways. The air smells of wet wool, old iron, and the faint, cloying sweetness of...

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