The Faded Portrait
The riot did not begin with a scream but with a sound like tearing canvas, a sudden and violent rupture in the air that preceded the shattering of the first window in the bakery on the corner of Fourth and Main, where the glass exploded outward in a glittering storm that coated the sidewalk in a fine, cold dust that seemed to hang in the late afternoon light like suspended snow before settling...
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