The Faded Apartment

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The rain against the windowpane sounds like a slow, rhythmic tapping, a code you no longer need to break. You sit in the corner of the interrogation room, the fluorescent light humming its low, electric hymn above you. The air smells of stale coffee and wet wool, a scent that has become so intimate it feels like your own skin. You are waiting. You have been waiting for thirty years, and the...

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