The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it suspended itself in the air, a grey, trembling veil that blurred the edges of the city into a watercolor of indistinct sorrow, and within the narrow, claustrophobic throat of the apartment on Vesper Street, where the wallpaper had long since surrendered its pattern to the damp, Elara stood holding the ceramic vessel that had once held the world in its curved,...
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