The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended curtain of grey water that blurred the edges of the world until the horizon dissolved into a wash of wet slate. I stood at the edge of the moor, my boots sinking into the churned earth, feeling the cold seep through the leather and bite into the bones of my feet. It was a cold that had no mercy, the kind that settled deep in the chest and...
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