The Faded Apartment
The coat was too big for you, hanging off your shoulders like a shroud that had been cut for a giant and found to be ill-fitting for the man who wore it. It was a heavy thing, wool of a dark, indeterminate hue that had faded in the damp air of the city to the color of wet slate, and it smelled of tobacco, rain, and the distinct, metallic tang of old blood that no amount of scrubbing could fully...
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