The Faded Apartment

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2026-08-20 03:26:06 -

The rain against the windowpane was a rhythmic, dull thumping, like the heartbeat of a dying patient. I sat in the kitchen of our old brick house on Miller Street, the one we had bought before the war, before the service, before the silence took root in my chest. The air smelled of wet wool and the metallic tang of the tea I had brewed three hours ago. It had gone cold. I had not touched it. My...

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