The Faded Portrait

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The stone in my hands had cooled before the fever reached my heart, a fact I learned only after the rebels had broken the outer wall and the silence of the courtyard had become absolute. I remember the canal settlement now, not as it was, but as a geometry of dust and palm fronds, where the water level dictated the height of our despair and the accounts were kept in a back room that smelled of...

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