The Faded Apartment

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The rain has stopped, but the air in the courtyard is still heavy with the smell of wet stone and old iron, and you are sitting on the cold flagstones with your back against the rough bark of the dead elm, watching the lanterns flicker in the window of the tower where they have kept you for three days. You are tired, not just in your limbs but in the marrow of your soul, and you realize that...

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