The Faded Photograph
The rain slicks the cobblestones of the Inquisition’s courtyard, turning the grey flagstones into a mirror that reflects your own hollow face. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a Senior Inquisitor of the Order of the Pale, and you are here to sign the death warrant for Kael. The air is thick with the scent of wet stone and old blood, a smell that has become as familiar to you as the taste of...
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