The Faded Apartment
The elevator stalled on the fourteenth floor, a cage of brushed steel suspended in a shaft of absolute silence. I pressed the call button. It did not respond. I pressed it again, harder, until the plastic cap cracked under my thumb. Nothing. The air in the lobby below was thick with the smell of ozone and wet wool, a scent that had permeated the building for three days, ever since the lights...
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