The Faded Apartment

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a gray, suspended breath against the high windows of the Hall, where the dust motes danced in a slow, hypnotic spiral that had nothing to do with wind and everything to do with the weight of the years you had spent inside these walls. You stood in the center of the Great Hall, the marble floor cold and unyielding beneath your feet, and you...

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