The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-18 07:50:49 -

The roof gave way with a sound like a gunshot, a sharp crack that split the silence of the night. I was standing in the kitchen, the water still boiling for a tea I would never drink, when the ceiling collapsed. Dust plumed into the air, choking the light from the single bulb. It was not a storm. It was not a fire. It was the house itself, finally deciding to let go. I walked through the...

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