The Faded Portrait

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The city did not sleep; it merely held its breath, a vast, gray lung expanding and contracting under the weight of a fever that had settled into the bones of the metropolis. I stood at the precipice of the rooftop, my boots gripping the wet slate, while the wind tore at my uniform, a fabric that once represented order and now felt like a shroud. In my hands, I held the object that had unraveled...

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