The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-19 22:54:07 -

The train does not stop at the station where your life used to be. It moves on, a long, iron breath cutting through the grey morning, and you sit in the corner seat, your hands folded in your lap like a penitent waiting for absolution that will never come. You are a soldier, or perhaps you are a judge, or maybe you are simply a man who has carried a weight for so long that it has fused to his...

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