The Faded Portrait

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The fire in the vault did not roar; it whispered, a dry, rasping sound like parchment tearing in a windless room. I stood before the Codex, my hands trembling not from cold, but from the specific, electric anticipation of a man who has spent forty years waiting for a single sentence. My name is Elias, and I am the Archivist of the High Order, a title that once meant stewardship and now feels...

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