The Faded Portrait

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The letter lay on the oak table, its seal unbroken, the wax a dull, bruised purple. Elias Thorne stared at the parchment, his fingers hovering over the edge, feeling the grit of dried ink under his nails. It was a standard Guild directive, the font rigid and impersonal, demanding the immediate revision of his northern survey to align with the new standardized grid. He did not break the seal. He...

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