The Faded Apartment

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The rain against the windowpane was a rhythmic, metallic tapping that seemed to synchronize with the ticking of the wall clock, a sound so constant it had become the background noise of my existence in this small, rented room above the old textile mill. I sat at the edge of the bed, the brass compass resting in my open palm, its face worn smooth by decades of friction, the needle trembling...

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