The Faded Apartment
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the cobblestones of the old district into a slick, dark mirror reflecting the dim, amber glow of the streetlamps, which hummed with a low, electric buzz that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones. I stood at the window of the upper floor, my hand resting on the cold glass,...
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