The Faded Portrait

added blog Literature

2026-08-22 18:47:18 -

The order was stamped in red ink, the paper brittle from the cold. You held it up to the light, watching the fibers fray at the edges, the command clear and absolute: *No entry without full quarantine.* You folded the paper, tucked it into the leather journal that hung from your belt, and looked back at the fortress gates of Kael. They were shut. The stone was grey, ancient, and indifferent to...

0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews