The Faded Apartment

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2026-08-20 16:20:20 -

You are standing in the mud of the lower market square, the rain a cold, persistent drumming against the wide brim of your hat, and you are holding the coat, the heavy, woolen thing that smells of stale tobacco and the damp earth of the cellar where it was hidden, and you are trying to remember why you did this, why you stole it back, why you took it from the hands of the magistrate’s clerk who...

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