The Faded Apartment
The ivy on the side of the building had died, leaving only a skeletal lattice of black veins against the soot-stained brick. It looked like a nervous system exposed to the winter wind. Elias stood on the stoop, his fingers drumming a rhythm against the railing that matched the thud of his own heart. He was a man who had learned to count things when he was afraid. The steps. The windows. The...
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