The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-22 04:00:28 -

The glass mirror in the hallway had been there since before I was born, a tall, rectangular slice of the past that my father, Arthur, kept polished until it reflected not just our faces but the very light of the afternoon sun. It was a heavy thing, framed in dark walnut that had lost its sheen to decades of hands and dust, standing in the corner of the cramped apartment we rented in London, a...

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