The Faded Apartment

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The rain hammered the tin roof of the barracks like a thousand small, angry fists. I did not look up. I was counting the seconds between the thunderclaps. Three. Four. Five. I kept my eyes fixed on the single, stubborn weed pushing through the crack in the concrete floor. It was a ragwort, yellow and defiant, refusing to die despite the shade of the iron beams. It was the only living thing in...

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