The Faded Apartment

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2026-08-17 11:08:06 -

The rain tapped a frantic rhythm against the single pane of glass in the holding cell. It was a sound that had worn into my skull over the last six hours, a dull, persistent throb that matched the ache in my left shoulder. I sat on the cold metal bench, my hands resting in my lap, fingers laced tight together until the knuckles turned white. The air smelled of wet wool, stale coffee, and the...

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