The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-23 18:51:04 -

The rain lashed against the high, narrow windows of my cell, a relentless drumming that sounded less like weather and more like the frantic beating of a heart about to stop. I sat on the cold stone floor, my back against the damp wall, and held my father’s silver medal in my hands. It was tarnished now, the bright metal dulled by decades of sweat and silence, but I could still feel the weight...

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