The Faded Apartment
The rain lashed against the stained glass of the attic window, turning the grey afternoon into a chaotic smear of indigo and bruised purple. I stood in the center of the room, my hands shaking so violently I could not hold the glass vase steady. It was an ordinary thing, a piece of cheap Victorian mass production, yet within its curved, clouded belly swam a single, translucent jellyfish. It...
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