The Faded Portrait

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The air in the High Vault tasted of dust and old wax, a scent that Elias Thorne had known since boyhood, yet today it carried the metallic tang of fear. He stood before the High Inquisitor, a man whose face was a map of rigid lines and unyielding doctrine, and spoke with the quiet precision of a man who had nothing left to lose. "The pigment decay is not a divine curse, my lord," Elias said,...

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