The Faded Photograph

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The mist that clung to the high spires of the Aethelgard palace was not merely weather but a physical weight, a damp, gray wool that suffocated the stone and the men who inhabited it. Elias Vance stood at the window of the high tower, his fingers tracing the condensation that had gathered on the cold glass, watching the court below where Lord Malacor paced with the restless, predatory energy of...

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