The Faded Apartment
The coffee was cold, a thick, sludge-like thing that had separated in the bottom of the ceramic mug, and when Elias turned it over to look at the residue, he saw how the grounds had settled into a chaotic, dark topography that mirrored the map of the veins in his own forehead, which were currently throbbing with a rhythm that felt less like a heartbeat and more like the erratic firing of a...
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