The Faded Portrait
The glass shatters with a sound like a frozen lake breaking up under the weight of spring, a crystalline shriek that echoes through the empty apartment and settles into the dust on the floorboards. You stand in the center of the room, your hands still raised in the air, trembling not from the shock of the impact but from the sudden, violent absence of the object you held. It was a portrait,...
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