The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-19 12:44:27 -

The banquet hall was a cavern of white lace and cold air. We ate. We spoke. The silence between us was thick, a physical thing that pressed against my eardrums. I looked at my hands. They were steady. They had always been steady. I was a man of precision, of calibrated movements, of the exact millimeter. Here, in this city that did not know my name, I was only a ghost in a tailored coat. The...

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