The Faded Apartment
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the city into a blur of grey water and dim sodium lights, and Elias stood on the threshold of the apartment, his key trembling slightly in his hand, not from the cold, though the air was biting, but from the sudden, terrifying realization that the lock was already open. He had not been here in six years. Six years of exile, of scrubbing dishes in...
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