The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-20 08:20:11 -

The iron gate shuddered under the weight of my shoulder, the rust flaking away in showers of orange dust as I forced it open with a groan that echoed across the silent, grey expanse of the salt flats. We were already late, the sun hanging low and swollen in the sky like a bruised eye, and the air tasted of copper and old blood. I wiped the sweat from my brow with a hand that was still shaking...

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