The Faded Apartment
The rain had not ceased for three days, a relentless, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into a slick, treacherous mirror reflecting the jagged, soot-blackened silhouettes of the cathedral spires and the low, huddled roofs of the tenement houses where the poor were stacked like cordwood in winter, and in the heart of this drenched, medieval labyrinth, in a room that...
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