The Faded Apartment

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The rain in Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slick and easier to slip on. You stand on the porch of the old duplex, your boots heavy with mud that smells of iron and decay. In your hand, you hold a jar of honey. It is thick, dark amber, almost black, and it trembles slightly with the movement of your arm. You have carried it for three days. It is the last thing you...

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