The Faded Apartment
The room was not merely crowded with bodies but with the sheer, suffocating weight of their attention, a humid blanket of expectation that pressed against the back of my neck as I stood near the window, holding a glass of champagne that had gone flat an hour ago, watching the rain streak the glass in long, distorted lines that looked suspiciously like tears, though I knew better than to...
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