The Faded Apartment
The porcelain teapot sat upon the center of the mahogany table, a white, fragile thing that seemed to hold the entire weight of the room within its curved, unblemished body, and Margaret Holloway stared at it with the kind of intense, almost physical hunger that she felt she should be ashamed of, yet which she could not suppress because the object was the only thing in this cramped,...
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