The Faded Apartment

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You stand in the center of the room, your hands resting on the hilt of the sword that is not a sword, but a boundary, a line drawn in the air that says *here I end and you begin*. The apartment is small, a box of dust and silence, the walls pressing in with the weight of years unspoken, the floorboards creaking under the invisible pressure of your stillness. It is late, or perhaps early, time...

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