The Faded Apartment
The smell of burnt sugar and scorched copper hung in the air of the Millbrook Industrial District like a physical weight, a thick, cloying fog that settled into the pores of the skin and refused to wash away, leaving behind a residue of sweetness that tasted, on the back of the tongue, of iron and old blood. It was a smell that did not belong to the cold, gray morning, nor to the rusted gears...
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