The Faded Apartment
The train from the coast to the capital moved with a heavy, deliberate slowness that seemed to mirror the dragging weight of my own thoughts, a rhythmic clattering against the steel wheels that served as a metronome for the disintegration of the life I had thought I knew, while I sat in the corner of the second-class car, clutching a paper bag that contained not merely a broken ceramic cup but...
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