The Faded Apartment
The road was not merely a path but a verdict, stretching out beneath the grey, indifferent sky like a ribbon of asphalt that had forgotten how to end. I walked it with the weight of a century in my step, carrying with me a satchel that contained nothing of value to the modern world, yet everything that had ruined my own. The air was thin, tasting of iron and old rain, a sensory prelude to the...
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