The Faded Apartment

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2026-08-17 12:06:41 -

The rain had stopped, but the air in the holding cell remained thick, heavy with the scent of wet wool and old concrete. I sat on the cold metal bench, my hands cuffed together in front of my chest, watching the water drip from the tip of my cap onto the floor. It was a rhythmic, metronomic sound that marked the passing of seconds I did not want to count. The fluorescent light above flickered,...

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