The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray curtain that erased the horizon and turned the world into a shallow, breathing pool of mud and memory. In the attic room of the old Pemberton house, which stood like a bruised fist against the slate sky of the Yorkshire moors, a boy named Julian sat on a floorboard that groaned under his weight. He was twelve years old, though he...
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