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The City That Bled Ink

Every street was a story — and the walls wrote themselves.

By GoldenSpeechPublished 3 months ago 1 min read

In Buenos Aires, a strange phenomenon began: the walls started writing. Black ink dripped from cracks, forming words in dozens of languages.

At first, people thought it was vandalism. Then they realized the ink described their own lives — dreams, confessions, fears.

When one poet tried to read his story aloud, the city went silent. The next morning, his apartment door was sealed with hardened ink.

On the wall beside it was one final line:

“Some stories don’t want to be finished.”

AdventureBiographyChildren's FictionDenouementDystopian

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