The Pale Imitations of Lakeview
Tom Harper moved into Lakeview Apartments on a Monday, a day that felt as featureless as the grey suitcase he carried. At sixty-seven, Tom was a man composed of habits and long silences, the byproduct of forty years spent in the humid, grease-laden air of a fast-food kitchen. He brought with him a few books with broken spines, a suitcase of utilitarian clothes, and a photograph of a woman whose...
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