The Faded Apartment
The water rose at 4:00 PM on a Tuesday. It did not come with the roar of a storm or the panic of sirens, but with a quiet, insistent hiss from the main line under the floorboards of the community center. By the time the janitor, Mr. Henderson, noticed the dark stain spreading across the linoleum in the kitchen, the damage was already deep. Margaret stood in the hallway, watching the brown...
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