The Faded Portrait

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The morning shift begins with the smell of polished steel and stale coffee. You stand at attention, your boots locked to the stone floor of the Great Hall. The light from the high windows cuts through the dust, illuminating motes that drift like dead things. Your eyes are fixed on the empty space where the King’s mirror once hung. It was there yesterday. Today it is gone, replaced by a dark...

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