The Faded Portrait

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Seven hours until dawn. You count them on your fingers, the knuckles swollen and stiff from the cold that seeps through the high tower’s stone. The ink is black, the parchment is white, and the decree is long. You are Elias, a scribe of thirty-two years, and you want to finish this copy before the light breaks. The Gloom is waiting outside the window, a thick, gray fog that eats the night. It...

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