The Faded Apartment

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the muddy track into a slurry that sucked at the boots of the pilgrims as they trudged toward the gates of St. Jude’s. You were among them, a boy of twelve, your back aching from the weight of the iron censer you carried, though it was not the metal that crushed you, but the silence. The air smelled of wet wool and woodsmoke, thick and heavy,...

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