The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-22 13:52:02 -

The hall is warm. The air smells of roasted goose and old stone. You sit at the high table. You are not a man. You are a shadow that learned to wear skin. Your skin is pale. It is thin. It fits poorly over your bones. You look like a drowned rat. The other lords laugh. They do not see you. They see their own hunger. They see their own power. The feast is loud. Gold plates clash. Wine spills on...

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