The Faded Apartment
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the streets of the old university town into rivers of mud and reflection. I sat in my office, a small, windowless room on the second floor of the humanities building, surrounded by the silent accumulation of decades. The air was thick with the scent of aging paper and the stale,...
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