The Faded Portrait

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The ink was dry before the pen had left the parchment, but the words were already gone. I watched the letters of my father’s name dissolve into a grey mist that clung to the vellum, erasing the proof of his existence as if he had never been born. I was twelve years old, a scribe in the stone keep of Lord Aldric, and I was losing the war against the Grey Rot. My hands trembled not from cold,...

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