The Faded Apartment
The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the window of the fourth-floor apartment, a rhythmic, hollow percussion that sounded less like weather and more like a countdown. Elias stood in the center of the room, his back to the door, staring at the wall where the wallpaper had peeled away in long, sickly strips. He was a man who had spent twenty years holding a line, a border,...
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