The Faded Apartment

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The rain against the windowpane sounded like a slow, rhythmic tapping of fingernails. I sat in the high-backed chair, the leather creaking softly under the weight of my stillness. The apartment was empty, yet it felt crowded with the silence of things unsaid. On the small oak table before me sat a porcelain bowl, white and unadorned, containing a single, unlit candle and a vial of dark liquid....

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