The Faded Portrait

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The rain did not fall so much as it materialized, a cold, static fog that clung to the wool of my coat and seeped into the marrow of my bones, erasing the boundary between the man and the weather. I stood at the edge of the crumbling viaduct, the structure groaning beneath the weight of decades of neglect, a skeletal ribcage of iron and stone that arched over the churning, black water below. It...

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