The Faded Apartment
The rain hammered the slate roof like a thousand tiny hammers striking a drum, a rhythmic, brutal percussion that vibrated through the soles of your boots. You stood in the center of the attic, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old dust, your breath fogging in the frigid silence that followed each downpour. In your hands, you held the silver locket. It was heavy, cold, and jagged at...
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