The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-18 03:16:40 -

The rain hit the windshield like gravel. My hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. The engine roared. A beast trapped in the metal cage. I was a soldier in a war of rust and rot. The car screamed down the highway. The headlights cut through the grey fog. They were blind. I was blind. My father sat in the back. He was a ghost. A shadow with a pulse. The disease had eaten his mind. Then his body....

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