The Faded Apartment
The box was open, or rather, it was unsealed, the packing tape pulled back like a scab from a wound that had long since stopped bleeding. Marcus stood in the center of the living room, the silence of the apartment pressing against his eardrums with a physical weight. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; the days had begun to blur into a monotonous gray smear after the notification arrived....
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