The Faded Apartment

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The wind howled through the skeletal fingers of the dead elms, a sound like a thousand thin voices screaming a secret they were forbidden to speak, and I stood there, my briefcase clutched against my chest like a shield against the encroaching dark, watching the front door of the apartment complex swing open and shut in a rhythmic, violent percussion that seemed to beat in time with my own...

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