The Faded Apartment

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The rain against the windowpane was not a sound but a presence, a wet, heavy hand pressing against the glass. You sat in the chair by the fire, your back straight, your hands folded in your lap, and you listened to the voice that was not your own. It came from the corner, from the shadow where the light failed to reach, and it spoke in the cadence of the old world, a time before the roads were...

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