The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-22 14:18:08 -

The rain fell with a mechanical precision that seemed to audit the city. It struck the pavement in a rhythmic, metallic percussion. I stood on the corner. The crosswalk light remained red. It would stay red for a long time. I did not mind. I was waiting for nothing. I was waiting for everything. The air tasted of ozone and wet asphalt. It was a cold, sterile taste. It cleansed the mouth. It...

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