The Faded Apartment

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The banquet hall did not smell of food, but of ozone and old rain, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a persistent cough. It was a feast of light, suspended in a void that defied the geometry of the world Elias had left behind. The tables stretched out into a darkness that was not black, but a deep, bruised violet, laden with dishes that shimmered with an iridescence akin to oil...

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