The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The rain against the windowpane was a rhythmic, dull thud, like a fist knocking softly on a door that no one intended to open. I sat in the center of the room, my legs folded beneath me on the cold hardwood floor. The apartment was small, a studio in the fourth district, with walls that hummed with the vibration of the subway tracks below. It was a modern space, stark and white, devoid of...

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