The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the windowpanes of the apartment on Elm Street, blurring the world outside into a watercolor of indistinct shapes. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the living room, his hands hanging heavy at his sides, feeling the dampness seep through the fabric of his dress shirt and into the skin of his chest. The apartment...
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