The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a fine, persistent mist that clung to the wool of his coat and seeped into the marrow of his bones, a cold that had nothing to do with the weather and everything to do with the specific, hollow architecture of his own survival. Elias stood on the platform, a solitary figure amidst the grey churn of the station, watching the departure board flicker...
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