The Faded Apartment
Margaret Holloway woke with the taste of iron and old dust in her mouth, the memory of the window shattering still vibrating in her teeth. It had been a dream, she knew, but the cold seeped through the floorboards of her rented room in the tenement on Blackfriars Road, a chill that had nothing to do with the November air. She lay on her back, staring at the water-stained ceiling, listening to...
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