The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-25 09:42:54 -

The letter from the City Council lay on my drafting table, its seal broken, the ink still wet with the bureaucratic finality of their rejection. I read it twice, the words blurring slightly at the edges where my vision had begun to fail, the paper heavy with the weight of an order I could not refuse. They claimed the Old Quarter had already been surveyed, that my maps were redundant, that the...

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