The Faded Portrait

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Elias. The voice came from the shadows of the throne room, a dry rasp that cut through the heavy silence. It was not a command. It was a summons. Elias stood still, his boots planted on the cold stone floor, the weight of his uniform pressing against his shoulders like a second skin. He was forty years old, but in the dim light of the palace, he looked older, carved from the same grey granite...

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