The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray veil that blurred the edges of the world until the city outside the window of the fourth-floor apartment was nothing but a smear of charcoal and wet stone. Elias stood in the center of the room, his back to the entrance, watching the condensation bead on the inside of the glass and slide down in slow, deliberate tears, each drop a tiny,...
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