The Faded Portrait

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The explosion did not roar; it screamed, a high-pitched, metallic shriek that tore through the quiet of the textile mill’s third floor and shattered the glass of every window in a cascade of glittering shards. I was standing at the edge of the catwalk, my hand resting on the cold iron railing, watching the loom below where the shuttle had jammed. The air instantly filled with a thick, acrid fog...

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