The Faded Apartment
The ivy that had once strangled the north face of St. Jude’s Rectory did not die in a single night, nor did it surrender its grip on the limestone with the grace of a lover releasing a hand; rather, it withered in a slow, agonizing contraction, its leaves turning the color of bruised flesh and then the pale, translucent grey of old ash, a process that took three months and the last of the...
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