The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a gray, industrial mist that clung to the cobblestones of London and seeped into the very bones of the city, eroding the sharp edges of the world until everything looked blurred and old. I stood in the doorway of the hotel, watching the street sweepers drag their heavy carts through the slush, the metal grinding against stone with a sound like a...
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