The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of grey mist that turned the cobblestones of the old market square into mirrors of murky reflection. It was the eve of the Midwinter Feast, a day when the town of Oakhaven, nestled in the hollow of the northern hills, was expected to burn with light and noise, yet the air remained thick with a silence that felt heavy, almost...
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