The Faded Apartment
The ivy had climbed the brickwork of the old municipal hall with a tenacity that felt less like botany and more like a slow, green suffocation. It was a living thing, relentless in its desire for the light, wrapping its tendrils around the iron balconies until the metal groaned under the weight of its own ambition. Margaret stood before it, her hands clasped tightly behind her back, feeling the...
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