The Faded Apartment
The train hissed into the station of Oakhaven, a sound that felt less like an arrival and more like the final exhalation of a lung that had been holding its breath for three centuries, and I stepped onto the platform with the heavy, metallic taste of resignation coating the back of my tongue, the air here thick with the scent of damp wool and old stone, a perfume that seemed to seep into the...
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