The Faded Apartment
You are standing in the center of the banquet hall, which is not a hall at all but a vast, suspended void of indigo mist, where the tables stretch out like the ribs of a leviathan and the candles burn with a cold, blue flame that casts no shadows, only a deepening of the surrounding dark, and you are wearing the coat, the heavy, woolen overcoat that has been your skin for longer than you care...
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