The Faded Apartment
The table was a long, scarred oak thing that stretched down the center of the hall, its surface still glistening with the residue of a feast that had not yet fully surrendered to the silence, and you stood at the head of it, not because you were the host but because you were the only one who had not moved, a statue carved from the very same tiredness that held the room together, while your...
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