The Faded Apartment

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2026-08-19 04:45:22 -

The frost came early that November, biting through the wool of my coat and settling into the marrow of my bones. I was sitting on the porch of the old brick row house in Harrowgate, watching the bare oaks shed their last defiant leaves against a sky the color of bruised slate. My hands were wrapped around a mug of tea that had gone cold an hour ago. I didn’t drink it. I was waiting for the...

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