The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-20 14:01:32 -

The letter was on the table. It was thin. It was white. I held it. My hands shook. I looked at you. You were asleep. I looked at the letter again. We had been in this city for three years. It was a city of glass and steel. It was a city that never slept. It did not care if we did. We lived in a room above a bakery. The smell of bread was constant. It was sweet. It was sour. It was the smell of...

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