The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-22 05:49:19 -

The dream always began with the heat, a white, suffocating flame that did not burn the air but the skin, searing the palms of Elias’s hands until the nerve endings screamed in a language older than speech. He woke in the narrow cot tucked behind the tapestries of the Duke’s private study, the sweat on his brow cooling instantly against the chill of the modern Imperial Palace, a sprawling,...

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