The Silence of the Walls
Martha lived in Apartment 4B, a space that felt less like a home and more like a waiting room for a life that would never begin. She was a woman of whispers, a mother whose voice had been eroded by years of social anxiety. Her son, Leo, was her only anchor in a sea of gray noise. The noise started in Apartment 4C. It wasn't loud, but it was constant—a rhythmic tapping, a low, guttural humming...
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