The Faded Portrait

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The ink was black, but it was not paint. It moved with the slow, deliberate viscosity of blood, seeping into the fibers of the parchment with a sound like a wet cough. You, Elias, sat in the center of the Obsidian Court, your hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer weight of the debt that bound your soul to the King’s ledger. You were thirty-two years old, a scribe of no particular...

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