The Faded Portrait

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The map lay upon the oak table, its edges curling inward like the dried leaves of an autumn garden, the ink of the coastlines fading into a ghostly whisper against the parchment. I traced the jagged line of the northern ridge with a finger that trembled, not from cold, for the hearth was banked with coal, but from the slow, creeping erosion of my own certainty. For thirty years, I have served...

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