The Faded Portrait
The oak tree in the courtyard had lost its leaves three weeks ago, standing now as a skeletal testament to the season, its branches twisting upward like the spindly fingers of a drowning man, and I watched it from the window of my cramped office on the fourth floor of the university administrative building, where the heating system clanked with a rhythmic, metallic indifference that seemed to...
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