The Faded Apartment

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The rain against the window was not a sound but a texture, a coarse, wet grit that seemed to abrade the very air of the study. I held the ledger in my hands, the leather cover slick and yielding, its spine cracked and weeping dust. It was an old thing, a relic from a time when my mind was a sharp instrument rather than a dull, rusted blade. I told myself I was organizing my estate, a final act...

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