The Faded Apartment

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The ink was still wet on the ledger when the door opened, and the smell of rain and cheap tobacco rushed in, displacing the sterile scent of paper and dust that had come to define my days. I did not look up. I knew the weight of that step, the specific, arrhythmic clatter of boots that had once marched in time with my own pulse but now seemed to stumble through the rooms like a drunkard...

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