The Faded Apartment
The rain has not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that blurs the boundary between the cobblestones of the old town and the wet, breathing fog that clings to the eaves of the stone buildings, and you walk through it with your boots soaked through to the skin, carrying a leather satchel that feels heavier with each step, not because of its contents but because of the weight of...
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