The Faded Apartment

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The soup was still warm when the men took it. Not hot, not sizzling, but that precise, lingering temperature that clings to the tongue, a ghost of comfort in a cold room. I watched the steam curl and dissipate, a thin veil over the surface of the clay bowl, before Marcus’s hand swept in and poured it into the street. It was a thick, amber broth, rich with the marrow of bones and the...

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