The Faded Portrait

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The dream was always the same, a recurring architecture of decay that Elias Thorne navigated with the weary precision of a man who had spent twenty years walking the same cobblestones in Oakhaven. In the sleep that haunted him, a tower of black stone rose from a mist that tasted of iron and old blood, its walls weeping a dampness that seeped into his bones, and from the highest window, a voice...

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