The Faded Apartment
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that turned the city into a watercolor of smudged charcoal and wet slate, and in the small, fourth-floor apartment that smelled of damp wool and old paper, a boy named Elias sat with his back against the cold radiator, his hands wrapped tightly around his own knees, feeling the heat of the metal seep into his palms like a slow,...
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