The Echo of a Ghost (V-06: New York Realism)
The apartment in Queens was too quiet now, the kind of silence that had a weight to it, pressing down on the furniture and the dust motes dancing in the afternoon sun. I spent my days moving through the rooms like a stranger in a museum of my own life. There were the sketches on the wall, the half-finished canvases, and the scent of linseed oil that refused to leave the curtains. Julian had...
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