The Faded Apartment

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The rain did not fall so much as it was suspended in the air, a fine, grey mist that clung to the wool of my coat and seeped into the marrow of my bones, a persistent dampness that felt less like weather and more like the atmospheric residue of a grief I had not yet fully named, as I stood at the edge of the moor, watching the silhouette of my father’s carriage recede into the white void, a...

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