The Faded Apartment
The rain had not ceased for three days, turning the coastal road into a slick, grey ribbon that reflected the dull sky above. I drove with the wipers set to their slowest, most deliberate pace, allowing the rhythm to synchronize with the heavy, throbbing ache behind my left eye. The vehicle was an older model, its paint chipped at the edges, but I kept it meticulously clean, a habit born not of...
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