The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended curtain of grey water that blurred the boundary between the street and the sidewalk, between the living and the dead, until Margot stepped off the train and into the station’s breathless silence, her coat heavy with the moisture of a journey she had not meant to take. She had come here because the letter had said that Thomas was gone, but...
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