The Faded Chronicle
You are standing in the kitchen of a house that does not belong to you, holding a ceramic bowl that feels heavier than it should, and you are telling yourself that this is the last time you will explain why the soup tastes of ash and regret. The air is thick with the scent of boiled onions and damp wool, a smell that has permeated the curtains, the floorboards, and the very fibers of your skin...
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