The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a gray, relentless static against the single pane of glass that separated my breath from the world outside. I sat in the center of the room, my back against the wall, the cold seeping through the wool of my uniform, a fabric that had once smelled of fresh cedar and authority but now carried only the metallic tang of old fear. It was a small room, a...
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