The Faded Apartment
The air in the corridor tasted of copper and stale dust, a metallic tang that coated the back of your throat. You are standing in the center of the hallway, your back pressed against the cold plaster of the wall, breathing in short, sharp bursts that rattle in your chest. Your hands are raised, not in surrender, but in a futile attempt to hold back the encroaching silence that has swallowed the...
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