The Faded Apartment
The rain that evening did not fall so much as it dissolved into the grey air of the city, a persistent, misty weeping that clung to the brick facades of the old quarter and seeped into the very bones of the buildings, and as I stood at the threshold of the apartment I had shared with Elias for the better part of a decade, I felt the weight of the silence pressing against my eardrums, a physical...
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