The Faded Apartment

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2026-08-17 22:00:24 -

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the windowpanes of the apartment, a relentless, rhythmic tapping that felt less like weather and more like a warning. I sat at the kitchen table, my hands wrapped around a mug of cold tea, watching the condensation slide down the glass in slow, viscous trails. My brother, Julian, was gone. He had been gone for six hours, leaving only a...

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