The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-21 12:15:31 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the street into a slick, reflective mirror that distorted the gaslight above. I stood at the window of the attic room, watching the water streak down the glass in slow, viscous lines, each one a separate timeline unraveling. Below, the city of Ashworth churned with the mechanical hum of the new age, the clatter of hooves and...

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