The Faded Apartment

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The clock on the mantelpiece had stopped at four o’clock, the very hour when the world outside our window began to bleed into a violet haze that smelled of ozone and crushed lavender, and I sat there holding the shards of the blue porcelain teapot that Margaret had loved more than she loved the air she breathed, my fingers pricked and bleeding into the white dust of the broken glaze. We were in...

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