The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a gray suspension that turned the windows of the apartment into mirrors for a city that was slowly dissolving into memory. Elias stood in the center of the room, his back to the door, holding a small, unassuming box made of driftwood. It was the only thing in the space that had not been stripped away by the war, the only thing that had survived the...
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