The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into slick, dark mirrors. You stood in the window of the upper room, your hand resting against the cold glass, feeling the vibration of a city that had forgotten the sound of your own heartbeat. The city was ancient, a labyrinth of stone and shadow where the medieval...
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