The Faded Portrait

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The snow bit at your face, a cold so sharp it felt like a blade against the skin. You walked the frozen track toward the high castle of Lord Vane, your boots crunching on the ice with a rhythm that matched your failing heart. You were Elias, a weaver of forty years, and you carried nothing but a debt and a name. Your want was simple, a single thread in the fabric of your grief: retrieve the...

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