The Faded Apartment

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The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a persistent, grey membrane sealing the valley of the Hollows. It had been weeping for three days, a sound like wet gravel shifting in a drum, filling the air of my father’s house until it was thick as soup. I stood at the window of the attic room, the glass cold against my cheek, watching the mud below swallow the footpath that led to the village....

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