The Faded Apartment

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The ink in the well had not changed color in forty years, a deep, stagnant violet that smelled of iron and old rain, and I stood before it with my hands trembling so violently that the quill in my right hand clicked against the glass rim like a nervous bird tapping against a windowpane, seeking a way out that I knew, with a terrible, sinking certainty, did not exist, because the door behind me...

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