The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall; it seeped, a gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of the Old Quarter into slick mirrors reflecting a sky that had no business existing. In the heart of the city, where the architecture twisted upward in spirals that defied the logic of stone and mortar, stood the House of Silences. It was a place where the laws of physics were merely suggestions, politely ignored by...
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