The Faded Apartment

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray fog that clung to the wool of my greatcoat and seeped into the bones of my hands. I stood at the edge of the moor, the wind whipping the water into horizontal streaks that stung my eyes, and watched the silhouette of the stone structure emerge from the mist. It was a ruin, or perhaps a fortress, depending on how one chose to...

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