The Faded Apartment

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The cold did not seep into the stone walls of the old chapel; it sat on top of them, heavy and white as a burial shroud. I walked with my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my wool coat, the fabric rough against my palms, and my breath hung in the air before me, a small, ghostly thing that vanished almost as soon as it was born. It was late November, the kind of evening where the light fails...

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