The Faded Portrait

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The storm broke the ridge at dawn. It did not announce itself with thunder but with a silence so heavy it pressed against your eardrums, a vacuum before the implosion. You stood on the precipice of the old highway, the asphalt cracked by the heaving earth, and watched the forest below vanish into a gray fog. The wind was not blowing. It was hunting. You clutched the pack at your side. It was...

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