The Faded Portrait

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The air in the central atrium of the Obsidian Citadel tasted of iron and old dust, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elian’s throat as he stood before the Grand Archivist. He was sixteen, a scribe of the Third Order, and his hands trembled not from fear but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that pressed against the high, crumbling spires around him. The Archivist, a figure...

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