The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-24 04:18:12 -

Thorne. The name came from the dark, a sharp bark that cut through the hiss of the shell fire. I did not look up. I was staring at the vellum, my quill trembling in a hand that no longer felt entirely mine. The ink was red. It had always been red when I lied, but today it was a thick, arterial crimson, pooling on the paper like a wound that refused to close. I was thirty-two years old, a...

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