The Faded Portrait

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"Stop staring at the ferns, Martha. They are rotting." The voice came from the shadows of the greenhouse, a low rumble like gravel shifting under a heavy boot. I didn’t turn. I was too busy watching the fronds uncurl, a slow, green unfurling that defied the iron bars and the soot-stained air of the factory town outside. The air here smelled of wet earth and ozone, a sharp, metallic tang that...

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