The Faded Apartment
The rain had turned the cobblestones of the industrial district into a slick, black mirror, reflecting the jagged neon of the factory signs that hummed with the low, persistent thrum of machinery that never slept. I kept my collar up against the chill, the damp wool pressing cold against my neck, as I walked toward the imposing brick facade of the St. Jude’s Rehabilitation Institute for the...
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