The Faded Apartment

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The tin cup was cold. It had been cold for hours, sitting on the rough-hewn table like a small, metallic wound. You looked at it, and the look was not one of hunger, but of recognition. It was a piece of you, severed and left behind. "Drink it," said Thomas. His voice was low, scraping against the silence of the room like a blade being drawn from a sheath. You did not move. Your hand hovered...

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