The Faded Apartment
The rain that afternoon did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, gray mist that clung to the soot-stained windows of the city and turned the gaslight into a bruised, trembling orange, while inside the cramped, drafty flat on Blackfriars Road, a boy named Arthur stood with his back rigid against the doorframe, watching his older sister, Elara, pack the last of their mother’s silverware into a...
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