The Faded Apartment
The coffee in the mug was cold, a dark, viscous circle of liquid that no longer held the heat of the morning but instead seemed to absorb the gray light filtering through the cracked window of the apartment, a place that had ceased to be a home and had begun to feel like a waiting room for a verdict that had already been passed but not yet spoken. Elias stood by the counter, his hands wrapped...
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