The Faded Apartment
The celebration was not a party in the way the townspeople of Oakhaven understood the term, which implied music, dancing, and the clinking of cheap beer glasses in a damp basement. It was a feast of endurance, a gathering of the weary who had come to the edge of the known world to find out if the air still held their breath. They sat in the large, drafty hall of the abandoned textile mill,...
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