The Faded Portrait

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The glass shatters. Not with a bang, but with a sigh. A long, exhalation of silence that fills the carriage. You are the boy who holds the shards. Your fingers are stained with the blue of the sky, or perhaps it is the blood of the sky, spilled into the earth. The carriage moves. It always moves. It is a beast of iron and steam, churning through the fog that clings to the bones of the city. You...

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