The Faded Apartment
The door closed with a soft, final thud, sealing the silence of the hallway. Arthur stood in the center of the room, his hand still hovering near the latch, trembling with a fatigue that had nothing to do with sleep. The apartment was empty now, stripped of the heavy drapes and the mahogany desk that had anchored his life for twenty years. Only the wallpaper remained, a faded floral pattern...
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