The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it seeped out of the sky, a thick, gray mist that clung to the stones of the old quarry road and turned the world into a watercolor painting left too long in a puddle, blurring the edges of the pines and the jagged teeth of the limestone cliffs that had watched over this valley for a thousand years before the first axe was ever swung. Thomas Ashworth walked with...
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