The Faded Apartment
The rain lashed against the windowpane of the third-floor walk-up, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards and into the marrow of Elias’s bones. He stood by the radiator, his hands tucked deep into the pockets of a wool coat that smelled of damp wool and stale tobacco, watching the condensation blur the streetlights outside into smeared orbs of amber....
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