The Faded Road
The air in the basement apartment tasted of wet concrete and old tobacco. It was a thick, stagnant smell that clung to the back of the throat. Elias sat on the edge of his single bed, staring at the terrarium on the windowsill. Inside the glass, a single fern unfurled its fronds. It was the only green thing he owned. The only thing that breathed. The phone rang. It shattered the silence. He did...
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