The Bare Room

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The Bare Room

The apartment was a concrete cell in a building that smelled of boiled cabbage and damp cigarettes. There were no curtains, only yellowed sheets tacked to the window frames to keep out the glare of the streetlights. Two women sat at a small, scarred wooden table. One was old, her skin like parchment, her eyes clouded with the grey film of a thousand disappointments. The other was younger, her...

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