The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall upon the city of Oakhaven so much as it seeped into the marrow of the world, a slow, grey dissolution that blurred the edges of the cobblestones and turned the air into a thick, breathable mist, and I stood at the threshold of the door, my hands trembling not from the cold which had long since ceased to bite but from the sheer, unbearable weight of the memory that clung to...
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