The Faded Portrait

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The wall shook, a deep, grinding thrum that vibrated through the soles of my boots and up into my teeth, and I thought of how the mortar was crumbling, how the ancient stones were tired of holding us up. I clutched the small, leather-bound frame against my chest, the one holding my father’s likeness, and felt the paper’s surface slick with sweat and the faint, metallic taste of blood that had...

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