The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-19 19:48:33 -

The ceiling tile gave way with a wet crunch. I didn’t look up. I kept my eyes on the man in the gray suit. He was bleeding from the nose. A thin red line. It cut through the gray wool. He looked like a stain. I held the baton. My hands shook. Not from fear. From cold. The room was cold. It was always cold in the Ministry. The air conditioning hummed. A low, constant drone. It sounded like a...

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