The Faded Apartment

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The air in the cellar did not smell of damp stone or rotting wood, but of ozone and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that Maud had learned to recognize as the smell of her own impending erasure. She stood before the mirror, a slab of polished obsidian that seemed to stretch infinitely deep into the earth, and watched her reflection not as she was, but as she had been before the fever...

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