The Faded Apartment
You are standing in the center of the room, your back pressed against the cold plaster of the wall, breathing in shallow, ragged gasps that seem to tear at the very fabric of the air around you, while the silence of the apartment swells like a physical weight, pressing against your eardrums, demanding to be broken, demanding to be answered, and you can feel the dust motes dancing in the single...
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