The Faded Apartment

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted garlic, damp wool, and the metallic tang of old money, a sensory overload that pressed against the backs of your eyes until the room began to blur at the periphery. You stand near the window, your back to the crowd, holding a glass of sherry that has long since gone flat in your hand, while the noise of the community gathering swells and recedes like a tide...

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