The Faded Apartment
The rain has been falling for three days, a steady, gray sheet that blurs the windows of the apartment and turns the city outside into a watercolor smear of indistinct shapes and muted light. You stand in the center of the living room, holding a chisel in your right hand, your knuckles white, the wood shavings curling around your boots like dead leaves that refuse to let go. The smell of wet...
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