The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-22 17:32:58 -

The paper was thin, cheaper than the ledger sheets I used for the sheep counts, but the ink was fresh, a dark blue that cut through the damp air of the watchtower. My father’s hand, stiff with the palsy that had taken his strength but not his will, had scrawled a single line: *Deliver to the High Lord. Do not let the mist take it.* I folded it into a square no larger than a thumbnail and slid...

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