The Faded Portrait
You leave the town of Oakhaven in the gray hour before dawn, when the mist clings to the cobblestones like a shroud refusing to be lifted, and you carry with you the heavy, silent weight of a life that was never yours to live. The air is cold, biting into the exposed skin of your neck, a sharp reminder that you are flesh, that you are mortal, and that the iron discipline which has held your...
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