The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-20 22:35:34 -

The fire took the roof before it took the walls. I stood in the yard, the heat pressing against my back like a physical hand, watching the timber turn to black ash in the wind. In my left hand, I held the iron key to the pantry. In my right, I held my own silence. The flames roared, a deafening, hungry sound that swallowed the cries of the villagers who had scattered to the treeline. We were...

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