The Faded Portrait
The willow at the edge of Oakhaven had begun to die, its leaves turning a brittle, sickly yellow that matched the pallor of Elias Thorne’s daughter, Elara. Elias, an inquisitor by trade and a father by desperation, watched the tree from his window as the morning mist clung to the cobblestones, knowing that the rot in the wood mirrored the wasting sickness in his child’s bones. He had spent...
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