The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-18 03:43:53 -

I dreamed of the river. It was wide and black, cutting through the city like a wound that would not close. The water did not flow. It stood still. It watched me. I stood on the bridge. The iron railing was cold. It bit into my hands. Below, the surface broke. Shards of ice floated. They were not ice. They were pieces of the sky. They shattered against the banks. I heard the sound. It was a...

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