The Faded Portrait

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The mist in the highlands does not roll in; it seeps, a cold, damp breath that settles into the marrow of your bones and the very stones of the wall. You are Elias Thorne, a border warden of thirty-two years, and you stand before the jagged sigil carved into the ancient hearthstone, its surface pulsing with a faint, sickly luminescence that you have spent the last three nights pretending is...

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