The Faded Apartment
The bus stopped at the end of the gravel road, its engine coughing a final, rattling breath before falling silent. It had been raining for three days, a cold, grey drizzle that seemed to seep into the marrow, and now, as the fog lifted slightly, the landscape revealed itself in stark, bleached relief. I stood there, holding my sister’s hand so tightly my knuckles turned white, looking up at the...
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