The Faded Apartment

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2026-08-17 19:45:47 -

The air in the community center smelled of burnt sugar and stale lavender, a cloying mixture that coated the back of my throat with a film that felt less like dust and more like the residue of a memory I had tried to surgically remove from my own brainstem three weeks prior. I stood near the radiator, which was hissing in a rhythmic, arrhythmic pulse, watching the crowd of Millhaven move...

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