The Faded Apartment
The rain in this city does not wash things clean; it merely makes the grime heavier, turning the soot of the industrial quarter into a slick, black paste that clings to the cobblestones and the eaves of the tall, narrow houses. You stand in the center of the room, a space that is less a home and more a vessel for your own enduring patience, and you watch the water streak down the single, grimy...
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