The Faded Portrait

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The cracked mirror trembles in your hands, the glass fractured into a dozen jagged shards that catch the dying light of the tallow lamps. You are Elias, thirty-two, a scribe of the High Court, and your fingers are stained with ink so black it looks like dried blood. Outside the archive, the wind howls through the stone corridors, a sound like a beast trapped in a cage, but inside, the silence...

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