The Faded Apartment
The rain had not stopped for three days, a ceaseless, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the city into a watercolor smear of slate and rust, and you stood in the center of the living room, your boots heavy with the wet mud of the streets outside, watching the dust motes dance in the single beam of light that pierced the boarded-up window, feeling the air in your lungs grow thin and cold as...
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