The Faded Apartment

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2026-08-20 15:10:57 -

The condensation on the windowpane formed a map of the room I no longer recognized. I was standing in the center of the living room, my hand resting on the back of the oak chair, feeling the cold wood seep into my palm. The air was thick, saturated with the scent of damp wool and the metallic tang of old blood that had been scrubbed but never fully removed from the plaster. Outside, the city...

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