The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey, suspended curtain that blurred the boundaries between the cobblestones of Millhaven and the soot-stained brick of the old textile mills, where the air tasted of wet iron and the lingering ghost of coal smoke. Elara stood at the window of the upper floor, her fingers tracing the condensation that had gathered on the glass, her breath fogging the...
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