The Faded Apartment

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I woke with the taste of iron and old dust on my tongue, the silence of the cell pressing against my eardrums like deep water. The stone walls of the Citadel were damp, weeping with the cold that had settled into the bones of the city, but in my mind, the air was dry and sharp, filled with the scent of pine needles and the distant, unchanging green of the high meadows beyond the city walls. I...

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