The Faded Apartment
The fire started in the chimney of the old manor on the hill, a sudden and violent exhalation that turned the night sky the color of a bruised plum. You watched from the window of your small, rented room in the city below, the glass fogging with the cold, as the flames licked the eaves of the stone structure where you had spent the last three years serving as a clerk to the formidable Mr....
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