The Faded Apartment
The sky above Millhaven did not break; it dissolved. I remember the precise moment the silence became a weight, a physical thing that pressed against my eardrums and settled into the marrow of my bones, heavier than the snow that had been falling for three days, heavier than the guilt I had carried across the ocean to this damp, gray corner of the world. The fog that rolled in from the moor was...
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