The Faded Apartment
The letter sat on the kitchen table for three days before I finally picked it up, its edges already softening from the humidity of the house, a physical weight that seemed to pull at the air around it. I had been waiting for the seal to break, for the truth to unspool itself like thread from a spool, but the wax remained intact, stubborn and red against the pale blue paper, a small, hard heart...
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