The Faded Apartment
The frost did not merely settle on the windowpanes of Number Four; it invaded them, crystallizing in fractal webs that trapped the cold against the glass like a specimen under a microscope, a delicate and lethal architecture that mirrored the structural failure of the walls themselves. I stood in the center of the living room, my service coat still buttoned to the throat, the wool heavy and...
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