The Faded Portrait

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The year was 1342, and the air in the Blackwood did not merely hang; it vibrated, a low, subsonic hum that rattled the teeth and settled in the marrow like damp wool. I, Elias Thorne, a scholar of the Order of the Silver Quill, pressed forward through the ferns, my satchel heavy with parchment and the crushing weight of the Inquisitor’s deadline. The deadline was not a suggestion but a...

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