The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it was thrown against the windowpanes of the carriage, a relentless, icy barrage that turned the night into a churning grey slurry where the distinction between the road and the sky had been washed away entirely, leaving only a howling void that pressed against the glass with the weight of a physical blow. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool,...
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