The Faded Apartment
The apartment smelled of lavender and stale bread, a scent that had permeated the walls and the furniture and the very air until it seemed less like a fragrance and more like a physical substance, a thick, violet fog that clung to the back of Margaret’s throat and settled in the hollows of her chest where her breath used to be easier, and she stood in the center of the living room holding a jar...
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