The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-20 03:12:25 -

The hall smelled of roasting meat and old stone. It was the annual gathering of the Ministry of Antiquities, a feast held in the grand basement of the museum, where the air was thick with the smoke of charcoal and the murmur of three hundred civil servants. We were there to honor the dead. Or rather, to honor the things they had left behind. The objects sat on long tables, draped in velvet,...

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