The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-17 11:13:53 -

The steam from the tea in my hand was thick and white, curling upward in a slow, deliberate spiral that seemed to have no beginning and no end, and I watched it rise against the gray light of the afternoon, feeling the heat seep into the pores of my skin, a warm and terrible comfort that felt like the last breath of a dying animal. I sat at the edge of the long oak table in the study, a room so...

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