The Faded Portrait
The first crack in the world came not with a shout, but with a sound like a giant’s tooth breaking, a low, resonant groan that traveled through the stone foundations of Aethelgard and vibrated in the lead cames of my workshop. I looked up from the pane of cobalt blue I was cutting, my breath held in the stale, dust-choked air, and saw the dust sift down from the rafters in a fine, gray snow....
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