The Faded Apartment
The glass shatters not with a sound, but with a silence so profound it feels like a physical weight pressing against your eardrums. You stand in the center of the room, a space that is neither here nor there, a hallway stretched into infinity where the wallpaper peels away to reveal not plaster, but a dark, swirling void that breathes. In your hands, you hold the jar. It is heavy, viscous, and...
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