The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the edges of the city into a watercolor of charcoal and rust. I stood in the hallway of the apartment I had not entered in thirty years, the key trembling in my hand like a bird with a broken wing. It was not the key that shook, but the silence. The silence was a physical thing, a heavy, suffocating blanket that...
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