The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the leaded glass of the tower window, blurring the world outside into a watercolor of indistinct shapes and muted earth tones, while within the stone chamber, the air remained thick with the scent of damp oak and the slow, rhythmic decay of parchment, a smell that I had come to identify not with age but with the...
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