The Faded Apartment
The sirens did not wail so much as they screamed, a high-pitched, metallic shriek that tore through the fog-choked air of the industrial district, vibrating in the teeth and rattling the loose windowpanes of the tenement buildings where the heat from the nearby foundries still lingered in the brickwork long after the furnaces had been banked for the night. It was a sound that had become the...
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