The Faded Apartment
The rain hammered against the windowpane with a rhythmic, bruising persistence. I wiped the condensation from the glass, my breath fogging the air in short, sharp bursts. Outside, the elms in the park were stripped bare, their branches clawing at the grey sky like arthritic fingers. I turned back to the bed. Thomas was asleep, or feigning sleep, his chest rising and falling in a shallow,...
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