The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-20 16:47:19 -

The rain hit the pavement in sheets. It was cold. It was wet. It was the end. Margaret stood on the corner. She held the umbrella low. It shielded her eyes. It did not shield her heart. The city was a beast. It breathed steam. It exhaled noise. Cars hissed through the puddles. Tires screamed. The sound was a jagged edge. It cut the air. She looked at the clock. It was three in the morning. The...

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