The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-22 05:47:48 -

The mud of the siege line was a living thing, sucking at my boots with a wet, rhythmic pull that matched the thud of my own terrified heart. I stood before the shattered gate of Aethelgard, the air thick with the acrid smoke of burning thatch and the metallic tang of blood, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the desperate, clawing need to hold something real. I was Elias, a scholar...

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