The Faded Portrait

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The parchment was cold to the touch, stiff with the damp of the vault where it had lain for three years. Elias Thorne held the map of the Kestrel Valley before him, his fingers trembling not from the chill of the room, but from the weight of the silence that had just fallen over the Royal Geographical Society. The air in the hall was thick, recycled, smelling of old paper and the faint,...

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