The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-18 05:43:39 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of Millhaven into a slick, black mirror that reflected the grim, soot-stained facades of the industrial district. I stood on the second-floor balcony of the old textile mill, my hands resting on the cold iron railing, watching the water drip from the eaves in a rhythmic, relentless percussion that seemed to count down the seconds...

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