The Faded Photograph

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The feast in the Hall of Whispers was a riot of silver and shadow, the air thick with the scent of roasted boar and the metallic tang of old blood. Captain Elias Thorne stood by the pillar, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, his eyes fixed on the fractured seal in his palm. It was a jagged piece of obsidian, warm to the touch, humming with a low, sickening frequency that vibrated in his...

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