The Faded Apartment
The rain in the city did not fall; it settled. It was a gray, persistent mist that clung to the wool of Margaret’s coat and seeped into the marrow of her bones. She had driven for three hours from the coast, the radio silent, the dashboard clock blinking its indifferent red. The destination was a row of brick terraced houses on Oakhaven Street, a place that smelled of damp earth and old coal...
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