The Faded Apartment
The rain had not stopped for three days. It did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a heavy, gray mist that seeped into the bones of the city, turning the streets of Boston into slick, black mirrors. You stood in the center of the apartment, your hands trembling not from the cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence. The radiator clanked, a dull, rhythmic heartbeat that...
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