The Faded Apartment

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2026-08-18 05:05:07 -

The ink is still wet on your fingers, a sticky, black residue that feels less like pigment and more like the condensation of a soul trapped in paper, and you are currently standing in the middle of a room that does not exist, or at least does not exist in any way that the municipal registry of the city of Oakhaven would recognize, because you are arguing with a ghost who is wearing your tie....

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