The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the glass of the high, narrow windows, a gray, relentless skin that blurred the city into a smear of wet charcoal and amber light. I stood in the center of the room, my hands clasped behind my back, feeling the dampness seep through the wool of my coat, a cold that had nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with the hollow...
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