The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-18 08:27:52 -

You are seven. The city is grey. It has always been grey. You live in the tower. Your father keeps you there. He says the air below is sick. He says the people below are broken. He is right, he says. You are not broken. You are pure. You wear the coat. It is white. It is long. It smells of lavender and old paper. You do not take it off. Not for sleep. Not for food. Not for the cold. It is your...

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