The Faded Portrait

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The mud is thick in your boots. It pulls at your heels with a wet, sucking sound that matches the rhythm of your breathing. You are running. The air tastes of coal smoke and iron. Behind you, the screams of the strikers echo off the brick walls of the mill district, a chaotic symphony of pain and rage. You hold your truncheon tight. Your knuckles are white. You are not angry. You are...

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