The Faded Apartment
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the streets of the old district into a slick, shimmering mirror of the sky, and I stood in the center of the grand hall, feeling the weight of the silence pressing against my eardrums like a physical force, while my brother, Elias, sat in the high-backed chair at the head of the long mahogany table, his hands...
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