The Faded Portrait

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The mud was thick and brown, sucking at the boots of the men who ran through the alleyways of the city, a city that had no name left, only the smell of wet ash and rotting timber. Thomas Kade ran until his lungs burned, until the taste of copper filled his mouth, until the sound of the shelling faded into a dull, rhythmic thud behind him like a heartbeat that wasn't his own. He was not a...

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