The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a persistent, gray weeping that had soaked into the very bones of the house, turning the air inside thick and heavy with the scent of wet wool and old wood. Thomas sat in the corner of the attic room, his back pressed against the sloping wall, watching the light fade through the single, narrow window. It was a small space, barely large enough to hold...
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