The Faded River
The humidity in the basement apartment was a physical weight, a thick, wet wool blanket that settled into the marrow and refused to release its grip, creating an atmosphere where the air itself seemed to breathe against the skin with a slow, suffocating rhythm that made every breath feel like a laborious negotiation with the very medium of existence. I sat at the scarred edge of the laminate...
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