The Faded Apartment

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The air in the chamber smelled of ozone and old copper, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat. I stood at the center of the circular dais, my boots planted firmly on the cold, seamless stone. Around me, the gallery was silent, a sea of upturned faces bathed in the harsh, white light of the overhead halos. They were waiting for the verdict. They were waiting for the monster. I...

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