The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-26 06:26:24 -

The valley market was a grid of mud and ambition, where the dry season’s heat pressed the air until it felt solid against the skin. Merchants hauled crates of dried fruit and woven baskets along the main drag, their footsteps stirring dust that hung in the stagnant air like a permanent haze. I stood at the edge of the crowd, my hands trembling slightly as I counted the coins in my palm, feeling...

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