The Faded Portrait

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The winter of 1348 settled over Blackwood Manor not with a whisper, but with a suffocating weight, the kind of cold that bites into the marrow and refuses to leave. I am Elara, thirty-two years old, and in the silence of the great hall, I held the parchment that determined whether I would live or die, my hands trembling so violently that the ink blurred into black smudges that looked...

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