The Faded Apartment

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2026-08-18 01:31:47 -

The coat hangs on the hook by the door, a heavy thing of charcoal wool that has not seen the sun in three years. It smells of old tobacco and damp wool, a scent that has seeped into the plaster of the hallway, into the very bones of the house. I do not touch it. To touch it is to invite the weight of what it holds, and I am too tired to carry such things. The apartment is small, a single room...

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