The Faded Apartment
The rain had not ceased in three days, a persistent, grey weeping that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into slick, treacherous mirrors, reflecting the dim gaslights and the weary, hunched silhouettes of the men who patrolled the streets with the heavy, deliberate rhythm of men who had seen too much to be quick, a silence that was not empty but full of the unspoken weight of a world...
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